When Ina woke again, she found herself lying on the cold floor. The effects of hypothermia had left her back stiff. She struggled to get up and fished a food bar out of her little bag. She had no idea what it was made of, but it tasted awful, with a texture like chewing tree roots.
Unwrapping the pink packaging, Ina swallowed a Rapid Water Pill to satisfy her body's need for water.
With her hunger and thirst dealt with, she carefully opened the maintenance passage door. She no longer recognized the world outside. Or rather, everything around her had changed.
Flesh had grown over the metal. Pink and flesh tones filled the once-dark Underhive, while ghastly white "spiders" seemed to crawl everywhere in the distance.
The gaps between metal structures that had once been covered with rags now seemed to sport "fresh" leather. Bizarre, blasphemous symbols had been scrawled everywhere.
A din drifted over from far away, as though some insane party was underway.
Terrified, Ina curled up inside the still relatively normal passage. This might be the last normal place left. She sobbed softly in fear. At that moment, she desperately wanted to return to her mother and family, even if they left her locked outside their gates.
Once again, fiery meteors slammed into the earth. This time, what emerged from them was the Emperor's salvation. The warriors crossed a small stretch of wasteland covered in positions once established by the Planetary Defence Force. Now they belonged to Chaos Cultists.
Fortunately, the followers of Slaanesh had made no preparations for battle at all. A whirlwind assault by the Astartes tore straight through their lines.
Undamaged Basilisk artillery tanks stood in their gun emplacements. No one had bothered with these vital weapons.
After rejecting several proposals, Evan decided