After passing through the Ring of Greed, the Ember Legion had not a moment to catch its breath before plunging into the second layer.
The scenery here was the complete opposite of the first ring's ethereal emptiness.
This was a world made of pure, writhing, pink flesh. The air was thick with a cloyingly sweet scent, like rotting honey mixed with the finest perfume. With every "breath," they could feel a vast, pleasurable energy flooding into them.
The ground was a warm carpet of flesh, and the rivers flowed with mead. Countless beautiful Daemon maidens "grew" from the flesh, reaching out to the Ember Legion with seductive moans, "offering" themselves to these guests from afar.
"Eat... drink... enjoy..."
"Here, you will find eternal satisfaction..."
This temptation was more terrifying than greed. It did not ask them to "take," but to "accept."
The Ember Legion's flames began to change the instant they stepped onto this land. Their fiercely burning golden flames, once filled with the will to fight, grew tepid and languid. Some soul flames even began to swell, their colors losing their purity and taking on a pink tint.
They felt... full.
The soul hunger that had tormented the Aeldari for so many years found unprecedented satisfaction here. Their desire to fight and their fury for vengeance rapidly faded beneath this ultimate, all-encompassing "care."
"No... I feel... so good..." A Drukhari soul flame flickered and stopped moving forward. "I don't want to leave... just let me... sleep here for a while..."
His flame quickly dimmed, then the writhing carpet of flesh beneath him gently wrapped around him and swallowed him, making him part of the land.
"Damn it! This is psychic opium!" Vect's will sounded a warning. **"Don't stop! The moment we stop, we'll be assimilated! This damned place is