The Skitarii's flesh had vanished without a trace. None of the surveillance cameras had captured the enemy; all they showed was a blurry white silhouette. She moved too fast even for the cameras to track.
During this comprehensive search, they discovered the unlucky wretch who had been doing unspeakable things with machinery.
The previous host had already been utterly corrupted by Slaanesh's Warp energy and was beyond saving. Lillisa was nearly there herself.
Lillisa had not returned to her quarters. She spent the night in the ducts, resting against metal walls. Her silent footsteps allowed her to creep behind the Skitarii undetected.
She roamed this Forge World like a ghost, searching for people who still had flesh, quietly infecting them and plunging them into endless desire.
Lillisa's last remaining desire was for everyone with flesh to appreciate her beauty. Their boundless praise of her body and abyssal lust brought her immense pleasure, as they did the Slaaneshi daemon inside her.
The Adeptus Mechanicus descended into chaos. Though the Tech-Priests and Archmagoses remained largely unaffected, their lower ranks began hemorrhaging personnel. More and more people were discovered to have been corrupted by Chaos and placed in isolation.
At last, the Adeptus Mechanicus made up its mind. It deployed small Scout Robots and Fire Support Squads, just as it had when dealing with Genestealers aboard the Ecclesiarchy's Space Hulk years before-only even more meticulously. Doing such things right under its nose was an enormous insult. It would make the enemy suffer endless regret.
Robots began moving through every kind of duct, guarding each junction and squeezing the enemy's available space bit by bit.
Find the enemy!
Lillisa had less and less room to move, and she left more and more traces of her presence.
Her mentor noticed her disappearance. At first, he