Liu Zhipeng let go.
Xilis drifted lightly to the ground and looked at her hands.
Then, before the stunned eyes of millions of spectators, the Succubus once renowned for her cruelty dropped to both knees and bowed her head deeply to the golden giant.
"God..."
Her voice trembled, yet carried throughout the arena.
"The hunger... it's gone..."
"I... am free."
BOOM-!!!
Those words detonated in the Gladiatorial Arena like a psychic nuclear bomb.
To the Drukhari, nothing was more tempting than "escaping Slaanesh's hunger." All their cruelty, all their plundering, all their technology existed to evade that inevitable end.
And now, someone had done it.
The Drukhari in the lower stands began to stir. Warriors and Kabal Faction members who were routinely exploited and treated as cannon fodder stared with incredulous light in their eyes.
"How is that possible?!"
"She severed the connection? And she's still alive?"
"I want it too... I want that freedom too!"
Watching the restless crowd, Yvraine knew the time had come.
She stepped forward to stand beside Liu Zhipeng and raised the Sword of Sorrows high, its red blade gleaming in the golden light.
"People of Commorragh! Behold!"
Amplified by psychic power, Yvraine's voice rang through the skies.
"I am Yvraine! Once, like you, I fought to survive on these blood-soaked sands! But today, I have not come to slaughter!"
She pointed at Xilis kneeling on the ground, then at Liu Zhipeng beside her.
"This is the Ember Lord! He has brought a gift that even the Haemonculi's scalpels cannot bestow! He has brought true salvation!"
"No more clinging to life by torturing others! No more fearing the gaze of the Great Enemy! Accept this flame, and your souls will no longer be food for Slaanesh!"
Yvraine's proclamation struck like a sledgehammer, shattering the worldview