The heavy Power Armor boots stomped on the metal walkway leading to the elevator platform, emitting a rhythmic roar like war drums, covering another subtle but clear clicking sound of high heels.
Gaius and Dorian were fully armed, their dark blue Power Armor reflecting a cold, hard glint in the dim lighting, like two moving steel fortresses.
Laya, caught between them, had changed back into her expensive, bright red dress, with equally delicate high heels, attempting to reclaim her shattered pretense and dignity.
However, all efforts were in vain.
She kept her head deeply bowed, not daring to look at the tall and imposing figures on either side, her slender fingers constantly wiping away what seemed like an endless flow of tears from her swollen eyes.
The "clack-clack" of her high heels, originally a symbol of elegance and confidence, now sounded so powerless and flustered, quickly drowned out and covered by the heavy, mountain-like footsteps of the Astartes Acolyte.
Gaius's voice, processed by the vox-caster, cold and emotionless, echoed through the empty corridor like an invisible whip, continuously lashing at her fragile nerves:
"Laya, your fear… its scent is so strong that my senses can clearly perceive it." His words were like a surgeon's knife, precisely dissecting the emotions she tried to hide. "What are you afraid of? Tell me! Why such terror?"
This soul-piercing question was the last straw.
Laya's tightly strung nerves finally snapped completely!
She let out a short sob, her legs gave way, and she could no longer support her body's weight, collapsing with a 'thud' onto the cold, dirty ground.
Her expensive red dress was instantly stained, but she didn't notice, only hugging herself tightly with her arms, her delicate body trembling violently, raising her tear-stained face, and trying to explain in a terrified, broken voice:
"No… no… Lord Angel… I… I just… I…"
She was incoherent, stammering, the immense fear leaving her mind blank, utterly unable to form coherent words to answer Gaius's questioning.
Gaius stopped, the shadow cast by his massive body completely enveloping Laya, who was slumped on the ground.
He slowly squatted down, bringing his cold red eye-lenses to the same level as Laya's terrified eyes.
The sense of oppression from this action did not diminish; instead, it became even more suffocating.
"Laya," Gaius's voice lowered, but it carried a more dangerous, growling menace, like a beast. "Listen.
I now have ample reason and evidence to suspect that Planetary Governor Kage Gane, whom you serve, is guilty of grave dereliction of duty, tax evasion, and… the heinous crime of colluding with Xenos!"
He deliberately emphasized the words "colluding with Xenos," like a heavy hammer striking Laya's heart.
"Guess what," Gaius's voice was icy, "if I report these suspicions and preliminary evidence, how will the Xenos Inquisition, and the Ordo Hereticus, who are never lenient with internal traitors, 'entertain' your Governor, and… his close personal secretary, who was aware but did not report, and perhaps even participated?"
This blatant threat, depicting a terrifying future, instantly plunged Laya into an ice cellar; her face turned ashen, like a corpse, and even her trembling seemed to stop.
However, just as she was about to fall into complete despair, Gaius's tone suddenly shifted, instantly changing from extreme cold intimidation to an almost seductive, subtly disingenuous gentleness:
"But, Laya, an opportunity is at hand.
If… if you are willing to cooperate now, and tell us everything you know about those Xenos, their origins, and their dealings with the Governor, truthfully and completely…"
His voice seemed to carry magic, trying to pry open that hard shell of fear:
"Then, I, Gaius, on the honor of an Angel of the Emperor and a Sergeant of the Ultramarines Chapter, guarantee you! I will ensure your absolute safety!
You can continue your comfortable life, and the wrath of the Inquisition will not touch you in the slightest.
This is your only chance to save yourself."
The blunt threat and the seemingly bright promise, like a double-edged sword of ice and fire, frantically assailed Laya's already overburdened psychological defenses.
On one side was the Inquisition's torment and purification, more terrifying than death; on the other, the Astartes Acolyte's undeniable "honor guarantee" and the hope of continued survival.
Under this extreme pressure and temptation, Laya's last dam in her heart collapsed with a crash!
She suddenly looked up, tears gushing out like a breached floodgate, mixed with despair, fear, and a hint of frantic desperation to grasp a lifeline, and in a sobbing, broken, yet no longer hesitant voice, she poured out everything she knew:
"I'll tell! I'll tell everything! Please… protect me…" She choked, beginning to narrate, "It was… it was Governor Gaine… just a few months ago, he suddenly changed like a different person… becoming extremely irritable and prone to anger, often losing his temper for no reason, smashing things… And, he would occasionally get headaches, so painful he'd roll on the ground, screaming… At that time, he wouldn't see anyone, only that strange servant was with him…"
She caught her breath and continued: "Later… later, somehow, he got in touch with those… those pale Xenos… they are Dark Eldar! They reached an agreement… The Governor tacitly allowed them to operate in the lower and middle levels, and even… even tacitly allowed them to occasionally 'take away' some disobedient or unimportant low-level workers, as… as part of some 'transaction'… And those Dark Eldar, in turn, used their methods to help the Governor eliminate political rivals, consolidate his power, and… and gave him many good things we'd never seen, making him even richer…"
Finally, she uttered the most crucial information, her voice trembling: "Now… now there are many Dark Eldar still hidden in the mansions on the upper and top levels! Even… even in the Governor's residence, and… and the villa where I live, they have their people! They… they are like shadows, everywhere!"
After hearing Laya's confession, Gaius and Dorian exchanged glances from behind their helmets.
Gaius felt a slight surge of joy—it worked!
Before Laya began to speak, he had already quietly activated his Power Armor's built-in recording function, meticulously documenting everything she said, including the Governor's abnormalities, the details of his dealings with the Dark Eldar, and the Xenos' current hiding places!
This was irrefutable evidence!
Coupled with the live captive currently being "interrogated" by the Adeptus Mechanicus, as soon as the tithe was paid, they could immediately submit this evidence.
At that time, the Xenos Inquisition would undoubtedly be very pleased to "entertain" this audacious Planetary Governor who dared to collude with the enemies of humanity!
Gaius nodded, and the light from his cold eye-lenses seemed to soften slightly.
He reached out and helped Laya, who was slumped on the ground, back to her feet, his tone returning to its previous steadiness, with a certainty of a promise fulfilled:
"You did well, Laya.
You made the wisest choice, seizing this sole opportunity."
He looked at her, almost exhausted from crying, and continued: "The day after tomorrow, at the latest, the Xenos Inquisition's vessels will arrive at Dratamidas.
They will not spare any participant or accomplice around Gaine.
But, you are an exception.
You will return with us to the 'Macragge's Honour' battleship.
There, you will be protected, and, in consideration of your cooperation, the Chapter may arrange a new position for you to start a new life.
This is my promise to you, in the name of the Astartes."
These words, for Laya, who had just been pulled back from extreme terror, were nothing short of the Emperor's salvation.
She looked up, somewhat incredulously, at Gaius's cold helmet, her tears long dried, leaving only soft, post-traumatic sobs.
She nodded vigorously, as if to engrave this promise firmly in her heart.
"Now," Gaius released his grip on her arm, his voice once again firm and powerful, "continue to lead the way.
Let us go to your 'home,' and have a proper 'greeting' with those shadowy Dark Eldar…"
His words already carried a chilling killing intent and an undeniable determination.
With the evidence in hand, the next step was to actively eradicate these insidious threats lurking in human worlds!
Laya took a deep breath, vigorously wiped her face with her sleeve, and despite her legs still feeling weak, she forced herself to turn around and walk towards the elevator.
This time, although her steps still carried the lingering echo of fear, there was also a hint of resolve.
She knew she had no turning back.
Gaius and Dorian followed closely, their heavy footsteps resuming, like war drums sounding for the impending hunt.
Inside the Macragge's Honour.
When Kolesa finished verifying the information on the last data-slate, clicked submit, and saw the green "Processed" indicator light up on the screen, she let out a long sigh of relief, leaning back against the hard chair.
An indescribable sense of accomplishment, like warm spring water, slowly flowed through her weary heart.
This feeling, curiously, bore a resemblance to her sentiments on the Ark World of Aethel's Tear, where she had, after countless debates and psychic projections, successfully pushed for the amendment of an ancient law.
Although the subject had shifted from intricate Eldar law to dry human logistical data, the satisfaction of overcoming difficulties through intellect, patience, and effort, and ultimately completing the task, was universal.
She even felt that this seemingly daunting "mountain of data" was in some ways no less challenging than altering Ark World law.
She closed her eyes slightly, savoring this rare tranquility and achievement.
A moment later, she remembered needing to report the completion of her work to Captain Cassius.
She focused her mind, and the pure psychic energy within her, like invisible threads, gently connected to Captain Cassius's private communication channel.
However, as soon as the communication connected, even before Kolesa could speak, a furious mental wave, laden with boundless rage, surged directly into her mind like a tsunami, accompanied by Cassius's characteristic roar, like a raging storm:
"—Where are the five suits of Indomitus terminator armour I applied for last month?! Where are they now?! Are they still rusting away in the forge world?! Or lost in a Warp storm?! You inefficient gear-heads! Do you expect my warriors to board those Chaos scum cruisers in just their undersuits, with their fists?! This is my final warning! Tomorrow! If I don't see my Terminators in the hangar by tomorrow, I'll put a melta gun to your binary-filled brain and pull the trigger myself! Do you understand?! You good-for-nothing!"
Apparently, Cassius was on the other end of the communication, raging at some unfortunate Tech-Priest or logistics officer, seemingly because important equipment had not arrived on time.
This sudden, furious roar, even through the psychic link, made Kolesa's spirit tremble, and she instinctively recoiled, as if the roar could penetrate space and directly affect her. She could even imagine Captain Cassius's flushed face and bulging veins in his neck at that moment.
Fortunately, the roar soon subsided, accompanied by a muffled "Get out!" and the sound of something smashing, and the other end of the communication fell silent for a moment.
A few seconds later, Cassius's voice rang out again, his tone still carrying residual anger, but noticeably softer, clearly having switched communication partners: "It's me, Cassius. Is there something, Witch?" He remembered Kolesa's psychic communication signature.
Kolesa composed herself and replied in as calm and gentle a tone as possible: "Captain, it's me, Kolesa. I have finished processing all the logistics allocations and material manifests you assigned to me. Should I bring these data-slates to your office now, or…?"
"Finished? That fast?" A hint of surprise was in Cassius's tone, which immediately became exceptionally "amiable" and "considerate." "No, no, no! You don't need to bring them yourself! Just stay in your cabin and rest, I'll send someone from the Honor Guard to pick them up immediately! Right away! You've worked hard, Kolesa, you've been a great help!"
The speed of his tone change caught Kolesa off guard. Clearly, Captain Cassius was afraid she would use the opportunity of delivering the documents to dump that pile of "trouble" back on him.
"You've done an excellent job," Cassius added finally, his tone even carrying a rare hint of approval. "Sergeant Karl will surely be proud of you when he returns. All right, you get some good rest."
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Kolesa to respond, the communication was abruptly cut off, as if he feared she might change her mind.
Kolesa listened to the dial tone from the communicator, shaking her head with a wry smile. This Captain was two extremes when facing enemies and when facing documents. She breathed a sigh of relief; at any rate, this arduous task was finally completed.
She turned her head and looked at the other side of the room. Eiras was sprawled on a small, temporarily moved desk, her before covered with blueprints full of various complex circuits and explosion diagrams, with many tiny parts scattered beside her. She seemed to be improving her "Ailas Storm," but at this moment, the little one had succumbed to sleepiness and was deeply asleep on the blueprints. Her light pink hair was scattered across the paper, a glistening streak of drool hung from the corner of her mouth, soaking a large patch of the blueprint.
Kolesa looked at this warm and slightly comical scene, a gentle smile appearing on her face. She stood up, walked over softly, and reached out to gently caress Eiras's soft, warm little cheek.
Eiras was awakened from her sleep by the gentle touch, groggily lifted her head, and rubbed her sleepy eyes. When she saw her beloved blueprints ruined by drool, she instantly became fully awake, letting out a small whimper, and frantically began "rescuing" them, trying to wipe the wet lines with her sleeve, her small face filled with annoyance.
Kolesa chuckled softly at her appearance. She glanced at the time displayed in the cabin; there was still one standard hour until the Honor Guard routinely cleared the main aisle for security patrols.
She looked at Eiras, who was still "wrestling" with the blueprints, and asked softly, "Eiras, do you have any other tasks or arrangements later?"
Eiras looked up, her large green eyes blinked, and after a moment of thought, she replied, "No, not today! Chief (Chief of Mortal Tech-Sergeants) gave me the day off! But tomorrow I have to go to the hangar to assist the Tech-Priests with Dreadnought maintenance!" Her tone carried a hint of pride; the three Dreadnoughts of the First Company had always been Eiras's and the Tech-Priests' responsibility for maintenance and upkeep.
Kolesa, upon hearing this, smiled and extended her hand to her: "That's wonderful. Would you… like to go for a walk with your big sister? Just within the warship."
As soon as Eiras heard this, she immediately cast the drool-stained blueprint aside, cheering as she jumped off her chair, quickly put on her special little boots, grabbed Kolesa's hand, and eagerly started to head out, her small face beaming with excitement: "Yes! Yes! Let's go quickly, Big Sister Kolesa!"
Hand in hand, the two of them exited the cabin and merged into the vast and complex network of passages within the warship.
Although Kolesa had been living on the Macragge's Honour for some time, she mostly moved within a few fixed areas. Now, she finally had the chance to calm down and carefully observe and experience this massive creation, like a moving steel city, carrying thousands of warriors. The towering domes, cold metal walls, crisscrossing pipes, the smell of oil and ozone lingering in the air, and the occasional Ultramarines who passed by, casting respectful glances at her... All of this made her feel both unfamiliar and novel.
She looked down at the bouncing Eiras beside her; this small Aeldari girl seemed to be accustomed to everything here.
"Eiras," Kolesa said softly, with a hint of curiosity in her tone, "Can you tell big sister about… our Chapter? I don't know much about these things."
Upon hearing this question, Eiras's eyes instantly lit up, as if two tiny flames had been ignited. She immediately puffed out her small chest, cleared her throat, and, mimicking Dorian's usual manner when boasting about the Chapter's glory, prepared to launch into an eloquent "lecture."
"Of course I can! Big Sister Kolesa, listen carefully!" Eiras began to narrate earnestly in her still-childish voice:
"According to the sacred codex astartes, personally compiled by our Empire's most handsome, most formidable, most charismatic, most loyal, most diligent, and most caring Primarch of the Ultramarines, the Lord Regent of the Empire, and the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar—Lord Roboute Guilliman—it is stipulated!" She emphasized her tone, as if proclaiming an important declaration.
"Lord Guilliman divided the previously overly vast Astartes Legions into smaller, more flexible Chapters! Each Chapter, like our Ultramarines, governs ten companies!" She held out ten fingers, trying to illustrate.
"Each company is equipped with a formidable Captain like Captain Cassius, one or two reliable Lieutenants like Lieutenant Golden, a somewhat frightening Chaplain in black skull armor, and a super-powerful Champion, such as Lord Draculas!"
She counted on her fingers, trying to recall the knowledge Luna had taught her:
"Within each company, there are ten to twelve squads, totaling about a hundred warriors! There are Tactical Squads with Bolters and chainswords, Assault Squads who like to jump around and fight in close combat, and Devastator Squads who specialize in heavy firepower!"
When she reached the crucial part, she became especially excited: "The First Company is especially important! They are all battle-hardened veterans! Their helmets are painted white, super eye-catching! They are the most elite existence in the entire Chapter, the place all warriors aspire to! Lord Gaius and Lord Dorian are in the First Company right now!"
She spoke volubly, from the basic structure of the Chapter to the composition of the companies, and then to the characteristics of different squads. Kolesa listened patiently, nodding from time to time, verifying this information against her own observations.
They strolled along the wide passages, occasionally stopping to look at the Imperial battle banners hanging on the walls or the bas-reliefs depicting famous battles. Eiras's knowledge base was clearly quite rich; although some parts were jumbled or interspersed with personal adoration and exaggerated descriptions of Lord Guilliman, the overall outline was clear.
"…Although our Chapter usually has only about a thousand warriors," Eiras continued, as they had now reached a relatively quiet observation deck, where through a huge observation window they could see the brilliant starry river outside, "but we have so, so many reserve personnel! And countless successor Chapters! They are also the sons of Lord Guilliman, our brothers!"
Her small face was full of pride: "And, we also have the entire Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar as our backing! So our equipment is the most abundant, and our supplies are the most plentiful! It's just…" Her small face suddenly fell, and she pouted, "It's just that the food is really nothing to write home about… those nutrition pastes taste like chewing wax…"
As if remembering something, she added: "Oh, right, Lord Luna also said that a portion of the warriors in the Chapter have particularly short tempers and are easily angered, like a powder keg ready to explode. Lord Guilliman once mentioned in his research notes that this might be due to a very, very rare defect in the gene-seed, but the chances of it occurring are very, very low…"
Eiras chattered on until the broadcast announcement for the Honor Guard to begin clearing and patrolling the passages sounded, and only then did the two return to the cabin, still reluctant to end their conversation. Even back in the room, Eiras excitedly pulled Kolesa along, continuing to share all the anecdotes and "secrets" she knew about the Chapter.
Kolesa listened with a smile, watching Eiras's glowing little face, feeling a sense of peace and warmth. On this human warship, filled with the essence of steel and war, this small Aeldari girl, and the stories she told about this Chapter, were slowly helping her to better understand and integrate into this new "home."
First Company Captain Cassius had just finished a thunderous tirade against a Tech-Priest and logistics officials regarding delays in terminator armour, having vented most of the anger accumulated over equipment issues. He was rubbing his still throbbing temples, trying to calm his overly active blood pressure, when the encrypted communicator on his arm rang again, displaying a call from Tech-Sergeant Luna of Dratamidas.
Cassius took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the remaining irritation, and answered the call. His voice returned to its usual steady tone, carrying a hint of a Captain's authority: "Tech-Sergeant Luna, report."
Tech-Sergeant Luna's helmeted, calm, and unperturbed figure appeared in the holographic projection. She first respectfully saluted, then, without any pleasantries, cut straight to the chase, her voice coming through the speaker with the clarity and objectivity characteristic of a Tech-Sergeant: "Captain, Sergeant Karl has successfully obtained critical evidence. Planetary Governor Kage Gane's crimes of colluding with the Dark Eldar, dereliction of duty, and tax evasion have been largely confirmed. This is the complete recorded confession of Laya, the Governor's secretary."
She transmitted the audio file, which Gaius had given her, containing Laya's complete breakdown and confession, via an encrypted channel, and briefly summarized the core content: "The confession details the Governor's sudden change in personality several months ago, the specifics of his dealings with the Dark Eldar, including his tacit approval of xenos activity and trading lower-class workers for benefits, as well as the current hiding places of the Dark Eldar in the planet's upper regions."
Luna continued her report: "Based on the above evidence, I recommend that you immediately report to Chapter Master Marius Calgar and formally contact the Xenos Inquisition and the Ordo Hereticus. Once the tithe payment procedure is complete, Gane can be arrested."
She paused, then made another request: "Additionally, we promised to ensure the safety of Laya, the human female who provided the key evidence. Requesting approval to bring her back to the 'Macragge's Honour' for sanctuary."
Listening to Luna's clear and organized report, Cassius's brow first relaxed, then, upon hearing about bringing another person onto the warship, he habitually furrowed it again, muttering a complaint: "Why are we bringing more people onto the warship? And a human female at that... Great, logistics will probably start complaining about tight nutrient paste quotas again..."
But he also knew the value of a key witness, especially one involved in a serious crime like collusion with xenos. Her testimony and ability to confront were crucial. This 'extra expense' was insignificant compared to the successful completion of the mission.
He waved his hand, his tone tinged with helplessness, but more so with approval of the mission's progress: "Alright, alright, I understand. Request approved, bring her back. Hand her over to the scribe-sisters or the logistics department to arrange some idle work."
His tone turned serious and appreciative: "You've done very well this time, Sanx. Quick response, accurate judgment, timely evidence acquisition. I will immediately relay the situation to the Chapter Master and initiate contact procedures with the Inquisition. Let those professional cleaners deal with these vermin hiding in the shadows."
Finally, he admonished: "The mission is not yet fully complete. Watch your own safety, stay vigilant. For Ultramar!"
"For Ultramar!" Luna responded with a fist to her chest, her voice deep, then ended the communication.
Cassius looked at the encrypted audio file received on his communicator, a cold glint in his eyes. He immediately stood up, preparing to go to the Chapter Master's office to report. Thinking of how that corpulent Governor dared to collude with xenos and even set his sights on an Astartes, the anger that had just subsided in his heart began to flare up again. "Xenos Inquisition... Hmph, I hope the torture devices they bring are 'enthusiastic' enough."
Dratamidas, temporary residence.
Luna had just finished her communication with the Captain when the tightly closed door of the room where the Drukhari Assassin was held finally opened from the inside. Several Tech-Priests filed out expressionlessly, their metallic optical implants gleaming with cold light, and a subtle, indescribable scent of ozone, disinfectant, and some kind of bio-electrolyte seemed to linger around them.
The leading priest addressed Luna in his flat, binary language, which was translated in real-time by Luna's helmet:
"Astartes Acolyte. Data extraction mission completed. Target individual has divulged all known information, including her affiliated Commorragh remnants, the process of her contact with Planetary Governor Kage Gane, her mission objectives while covertly stationed here, and some known hiding spots. Audio and video records of the relevant interrogation process, along with a textual summary, have been transmitted to your personal data-slate via a secure link. Farewell."
His words were concise, efficient, and devoid of any superfluous emotion, as if he had merely completed a routine equipment inspection.
As he finished speaking, the Adeptus Mechanicus Sage also slowly 'walked' out of the room. His multi-faceted optical lenses scanned Luna, and he gave a slight nod, a form of farewell, then, surrounded by the Tech-Priests, silently left the residence. Most of the Adeptus Ministorum Guard also withdrew, leaving only a small number to maintain the outer perimeter.
Silence returned to the residence, but a chilling, unsettling aura from that room seemed to linger in the air.
Luna immediately opened her data-slate and confirmed receipt of an encrypted data package containing several hours of audio and video files, as well as a summarized report of key information. She gained a new appreciation for the Adeptus Mechanicus's 'efficiency'.
She stepped towards the room where 'work' had just concluded. The door was ajar, and the scene inside met her gaze.
The Drukhari Assassin was still suspended in mid-air, but her posture had been slightly adjusted. Most of her jet-black bodysuit had been removed, leaving only a small amount of fabric barely covering her chest and upper thighs, exposing large areas of pale, bloodless skin.
Surprisingly, on her exposed skin, there were no visible wounds, bruises, or burn marks, as if she had never suffered physical torment. Her eyes were no longer filled with the hateful and unyielding defiance from before, but had become... abnormally clear, even an empty lucidity, proving that her consciousness was indeed, as the Adeptus Mechanicus had guaranteed, 'fundamentally clear'.
However, beneath this 'intact' facade lay a deeper strangeness and horror.
Her mouth was firmly blocked by a tightly fitted metal gag, preventing her from making any sound, save for extremely subtle, uncontrolled gasps from her nostrils. In the center of her flat abdomen, at the navel, a small, faintly glowing blue metallic device had been implanted. An extremely slender, almost transparent long needle extended from the center of the device, deeply piercing her navel and firmly fixed there. Luna recognized this device—a neural sensitivity amplifier, capable of greatly enhancing a creature's senses, including pain, touch, and even emotional perception, typically used for... certain experiments or 'treatments' requiring extreme 'feedback'.
Luna's gaze moved downward, and at the edge of the remaining fabric between the assassin's legs, she saw some dried dark red bloodstains and obvious swelling.
Aside from this, there were no other obvious torture instruments or bloodstains in the room. Everything appeared unusually 'clean' and 'technological'.
But it was precisely this 'cleanliness' that sent a chill down Luna's spine. She had to admit that in the dark art of 'interrogation', the Sages of the Adeptus Mechanicus, who viewed life as a collection of data, indeed possessed a chilling 'authority' and 'efficiency' far exceeding that of the Astartes or even the Inquisition. They didn't need whips and branding irons; they acted directly on the neural, sensory, and conscious levels, using absolute rationality and technology to pry open the most stubborn mouths.
Luna silently stepped forward, operated a mechanism, and lowered the assassin from the suspension harness.
The moment her feet touched the ground, the once proud Drukhari Assassin did not attempt to attack or struggle. Instead, she collapsed like a rag doll, then violently curled her body, tightly hugging her knees, burying her head deep in her arms, shrinking into a tiny ball, trembling uncontrollably.
When Luna tried to approach, she suddenly lifted her head. Those eyes, once like poisoned daggers, now held only boundless, pure terror, like a trapped young animal. She looked at Luna, the Astartes who had been her assassination target not long ago, and there was no hatred in her eyes, only a desperate plea, like someone grasping at a life raft.
When Luna extended her armored arm, intending to help her up, she, like a drowning person, suddenly stretched out her arms and desperately clung to Luna's leg armor, pressing her cheek tightly against the cold metal, as if it were the only support that could bring her a sense of security. She had completely forgotten their hostile identities, leaving only the most primal biological reactions of fear from what she had just experienced and the desperate search for refuge.
Luna's body stiffened for a moment. She looked down at the xenos assassin, clinging to her and trembling uncontrollably, almost unable to connect the broken and fragile individual before her with the agile, ruthless killer with defiant eyes from last night.
What exactly... had she endured? Luna couldn't imagine, nor did she want to dwell on everything that had happened in this room during those few hours, shielded by the sonic dampeners. It must have been a torment originating from the depths of the soul, more will-destroying than any direct physical torture.
Luna didn't push her away, letting her hold on for a while until her trembling subsided slightly. Then, Luna gently but firmly pulled her away, found a set of spare, relatively loose casual clothes, and helped her put them on, covering the pale skin that symbolized humiliation and trauma. Next, Luna took out a medical kit and swiftly and precisely disinfected and simply treated the minor injuries between her legs.
This Assassin was crucial living evidence accusing the Planetary Governor of colluding with Xenos, and her survival and basic stability had to be ensured before she was handed over to the Inquisition.
After completing all of this, Luna re-secured her hands in front of her with a less restrictive restraint device, then settled her on the room's bed and covered her with a blanket. The Assassin curled up in the blanket, only her eyes, still filled with fear, peeking out, watching Luna's every move with a mix of wariness and helplessness.
Luna no longer paid her any mind, turning and walking out of the room, closing the door. She needed to immediately begin processing the two key pieces of evidence she had obtained—Laya's recorded testimony and the interrogation records containing the Dark Eldar Assassin's confession sent by the Adeptus Mechanicus. She would organize, back up, and prepare this information for submission to the arriving Inquisition.
A temporary calm returned to the mansion, but an invisible pressure had not dissipated. The tithe deadline was approaching, the lurking Dark Eldar had not yet been purged, and the true core of the conspiracy, hidden deep within the Governor's mansion, remained shrouded in mist.
Captain Cassius acted swiftly. After ending his communication with Luna, he immediately packaged the received encrypted audio file containing Laya's testimony, along with Luna's brief situation report, and sent it to Chapter Master Marius Calgar, requesting urgent communication via the highest priority channel.
A moment later, the communication connected, and Calgar's steady as a mountain, yet subtly weary, face appeared in the holographic projection. Even as a Primarch's son, the King of Macragge, bearing the heavy responsibility of Ultramar's defense, the incessant administrative duties and sudden crises had carved deep lines into his brow.
"Cassius, what requires highest priority?" Calgar's voice was deep and direct.
"Chapter Master Calgar," Captain Cassius stood tall and reported succinctly, "Sanx has made significant progress on Dratamidas. Conclusive evidence has been obtained confirming Planetary Governor Kage Gane's collusion with the Dark Eldar, severe dereliction of duty, and deliberate tax evasion. This is the recorded testimony of a key witness. The situation is urgent; I request you immediately contact the Xenos Inquisition and the Ordo Hereticus for intervention."
He reiterated the file transfer confirmation and the key points of Luna's report.
Calgar listened silently, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest of his obsidian throne. When he heard "collusion with the Dark Eldar," a sharp glint flashed in his glacial blue eyes. He did not hesitate, immediately making a decision:
"I understand. I have received the evidence. You did well, Cassius; this situation must be handled by the Inquisition." He paused, his tone carrying an unquestionable resolve, "I will contact them personally."
After ending his communication with Captain Cassius, Calgar was silent for a moment. Dealing with the Inquisition, especially the Xenos Inquisition, always gave him a physiological discomfort and suppression. This was not merely due to the Inquisition's extremely xenophobic, 'better to kill a thousand innocents than let one guilty escape' approach, but also stemmed from an unpleasant past—a Grand Inquisitor, oblivious to his own mortality, had insulted Primarch Guilliman.
That simmering rage, even after some time, still smoldered deep within him. But he was Marius Calgar, the Guardian of Ultramar, the successor of Roboute Guilliman. He knew that personal preferences had to yield to the overall interests and security of the Imperium. Faced with conclusive evidence of Xenos collusion, the Inquisition's professionalism and... ruthless efficiency were the best choice for resolving the problem.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the old anger churning in his heart, and activated the dedicated encrypted communication protocol with the Inquisition. After a series of complex identity verifications and authorization confirmations, the holographic projection split into two, revealing two figures.
On the left was a male figure draped in a heavy black robe, its hem embroidered with the grotesque skull insignia of Xenos. His face was gaunt, his eyes like deep pools, showing none of the usual religious fanaticism common among Inquisitors, only an almost absolute, cold rationality, as if everything in the world could be classified, evaluated, and then decided whether to be "purified" or "temporarily utilized" in his eyes. He was Grand Inquisitor Gorgon of the Xenos Inquisition, code-named "The Scavenger."
On the right was a female figure wearing deep crimson Inquisitorial power armor, with the burning Imperial Aquila insignia branded on her pauldrons. Her face had harsh lines, her eyes were sharp as an eagle's, also devoid of hysterical fanaticism, but her zero-tolerance attitude towards internal corruption and betrayal almost materialized as palpable pressure. She was Grand Inquisitor Malca of the Ordo Hereticus, code-named "The Anvil."
Both were powerful figures known for their efficiency, ruthlessness, and unscrupulous methods, but their "rationality" was often more terrifying than fanaticism.
"Chapter Master Calgar." Grand Inquisitor Gorgon spoke first, his voice like grinding metal, dry and devoid of emotion, "It's rare for you to contact us proactively. Has Xenos contamination requiring 'thorough cleansing' been discovered within the Ultramar sector?" His wording was direct and cold.
"Chapter Master," Grand Inquisitor Malca's voice was clearer, carrying an unquestionable firmness, "Is there an internal worm that needs to be rooted out and purified?"
Calgar looked at these two awe-inspiring Inquisitors, suppressing the urge to tear Gorgon apart across the holographic projection, an impulse born of past grievances. He knew this thought was very un-"Ultramarines," but that memory was simply too profound. He maintained his outward calm and dignity, and in the most concise language, relayed the situation reported by Captain Cassius:
"Dratamidas, a shrine and industrial world. Its Planetary Governor, Kage Gane, has been confirmed to be colluding with the Dark Eldar, involving dereliction of duty, tax evasion, and potentially deeper Chaos corruption. My team has obtained key witness testimony and a captured Dark Eldar Assassin. The evidence is conclusive."
He paused, emphasizing his words, his gaze sweeping over the two Inquisitors:
"The situation is urgent, and the potential threat is immense. In the name of the Ultramarines Chapter Master, I demand that the Xenos Inquisition and the Ordo Hereticus intervene immediately. Dispatch your most capable, most... 'efficient' action teams to Dratamidas with the utmost speed. It is imperative to thoroughly purge the planet of its contamination and eradicate the traitors and Xenos before the situation further deteriorates, especially before it can potentially trigger Chaos intervention!"
Upon hearing "collusion with the Dark Eldar" and "suspected Chaos corruption," the two Grand Inquisitors' previously mask-like, expressionless faces almost simultaneously revealed extremely similar expressions—not fear, but a grimace mixed with extreme revulsion, cold fury, and... a certain "hunting" desire.
Grand Inquisitor Gorgon's lips curled into a smileless arc, his eyes glinting as if he had discovered a rare specimen: "Dark Eldar... the dregs of Commorragh dare to extend their tendrils into the heart of the Imperium... Very well. 'Scavenger' protocols are immediately activated, highest response level. We will bring our most professional 'cleaning' tools."
Grand Inquisitor Malca's gaze became even sharper, as if she already saw traitors wailing in flames: "Collusion with Xenos, betrayal of humanity... Unforgivable! The 'Anvil' Inquisition will act in tandem, ensuring that any soul tainted by the traitors receives 'purification.' We depart immediately, Chapter Master; we will not allow a single cancerous growth to corrupt the Imperium's body."
The two Inquisitors had no unnecessary words; once they received the instructions and coordinates, they crisply ended the communication, clearly intending to immediately mobilize their forces to prepare for a cleansing operation they considered their "sacred duty."
The holographic projection dissipated, and silence returned to the Chapter Master's office.
Calgar sat alone on his throne, sighing deeply, his thick fingers kneading his brow. Bringing the "monster" of the Inquisition back into Ultramar's territory was a desperate measure. He only hoped that the situation could be contained on Dratamidas, without further complications leading to greater upheaval or... fully igniting the conspiracy against the Astartes hidden in the shadows.
"I hope... everything goes smoothly." He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a subtle weariness and worry. In the galaxy, hope was often the most luxurious commodity.
As the low, majestic broadcast of the Honor Guard echoed through the corridor, signaling the ship's internal night-time control period, all non-essential personnel were required to return to their cabins, and the decks were about to be cleared for security patrols. Kolesa led Eiras, who was still a bit reluctant to leave, back to their cabin.
As soon as she entered, Eiras eagerly kicked off her small boots, which, though fitting, still felt restrictive, revealing two delicate, fair feet. She quickly ran to her small locker and took out a gift Chapter Master Marius Calgar had specially arranged to be brought for her from Macragge—a soft, comfortable light-blue pajama set. On the chest of the pajamas, the Macragge's Honour emblem, symbolizing Ultramar, was exquisitely embroidered.
Donning her beloved little pajamas, Eiras immediately felt much more at ease. She climbed onto the bed, which was too large for her, using both hands and feet, and sat cross-legged, her two small feet dangling happily in the air. Her small mouth showed no sign of stopping, like a little wind-up news announcer, continuing to impart knowledge about the Chapter and the battleship to Kolesa.
"And, and, Sister Kolesa!" Eiras's eyes sparkled with the excitement of sharing a secret, "The 'Macragge's Honour' we're currently living on, it's the flagship of our Ultramarines Chapter! It's really, really old, even older than Lieutenant Golden! (Golden:?) It's a super powerful 'Gloriana-class' battleship! It's... twenty-eight kilometers long! And six kilometers wide at its widest point! It's practically a flying city of steel!"
She stretched out her small hands, trying to gesticulate the unimaginably vast dimensions.
"Inside the battleship, there are tens of thousands of crew members! There are priests, serfs, Tech-Sergeants, and shipborne Astra Militarum. Usually, most of the warriors in the Chapter are stationed here, with only a few small squads rotating between their respective company's Strike Cruisers, responsible for patrols and rapid response."
She counted on her fingers, then began to recount the details within the companies, clearly immensely proud of this knowledge:
"Oh, and the last character of each squad's codename in a company is the same as the last character of the Captain's name! For example, our First Company Captain is Cassius, so the squad codenames are Sanx, Kisis, Damocles… The Second Company Captain is Sicarius, so their squad codenames end in 'rius'! The Third Company Captain is Hek Hansen, so theirs are Arlandson, Morksison, and so on…"
She struggled to recall, her small face slightly furrowed with concentration: "The Fourth Company is 'te', the Fifth Company is 'er'... The Sixth, Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth Companies, they are mainly support and scout companies, so it seems their squads don't have fixed codenames…"
Kolesa sat on the edge of the bed, gently watching the effusive Eiras, listening patiently. Seeing the little one's animated and proud recounting, a somewhat amusing thought arose in Kolesa's mind—Eiras's effusive, slightly exaggerated and boastful storytelling style, how did it vaguely remind her of Dorian's usual bragging about his battle achievements? Could this little one, unknowingly, have been "corrupted" by that big brute Dorian?
Eiras then remembered something else and added with great certainty: "And, and! Chapter Master Calgar is the best, kindest Chapter Master in the world! He's so good to me, he even brought me little pajamas!" Her tone was filled with adoration and closeness towards Calgar.
But then, she showed a hint of confusion, tilting her small head and saying, "But… the Captains in the company all seem very afraid of the Chapter Master… Captain Calgar said that's because the Chapter Master is 'guiding' their work? But why be afraid of guiding work? I don't understand…"
Kolesa couldn't help but smile at this. She had personally witnessed Captain Cassius being called into Chapter Master Calgar's office for "work guidance." The First Company Captain, usually short-tempered and booming, was so quiet in front of Calgar that he wouldn't even dare to breathe loudly, head bowed like a student who had made a mistake, completely different from his usual self.
She reached out and gently stroked Eiras's soft pink hair, explaining in a gentle and patient tone: "Eiras, the Captains aren't 'afraid' of Captain Calgar. That emotion is more of a heartfelt 'respect'."
She tried to explain in a way Eiras could understand: "You see, Captain Calgar isn't just our Chapter Master. In the absence of Primarch Guilliman… or rather, during the time he has been away, he is the de facto administrator of the entire Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, the supreme ruler of this vast stellar realm."
Kolesa's tone carried a hint of solemnity: "The safety of countless worlds, the lives of billions of people, the heavy responsibility of defending the entire stellar realm… all these immensely weighty matters and responsibilities rest on his shoulders alone. He must ensure that everything is in perfect order, as any minor error could lead to unimaginable consequences."
She looked at Eiras's wide, half-comprehending eyes and continued: "That's why he is extremely strict with his Captains, and has 'zero tolerance' for their mistakes. Because the Captains command the Chapter's most elite forces, and any misstep on their part could cost warriors their lives, or even affect the stability of the entire Ultramar. This strictness is not out of malice, but stems from that heavy sense of responsibility. The Captains understand this, which is why they respect the Chapter Master, obey his every command, and strive to meet his expectations."
As Eiras listened to Kolesa's explanation, the confusion on her small face gradually dissipated, replaced by a nascent understanding. She nodded, seemingly grasping it: "Oh… so that's how it is… Chapter Master is so hardworking…"
Meanwhile, in the Captain's office on the other end of the battleship, Captain Cassius, whom Kolesa had used as an example, was currently facing a vexing problem utterly unbefitting his dignified status.
He sat behind his desk, with a half-empty tube of a suspicious-colored, viscous paste in front of him—the Chapter's standard individual nutrient paste. But this one was an old version, from before the flavor improvement.
Captain Cassius looked at the nutrient paste, his face etched with conflict and distress. He had previously been unable to endure the nutrient paste, which was still far from delicious even after improvement, and was too proud to frequently request synthetic bread. So, he had gritted his teeth and, under the pretext of "special training consumption for the company," "borrowed" a small amount of the old-version nutrient paste from Chapter Master Calgar, which was said to have been in storage for a long time, tasted more "primitive" but was sufficiently energetic.
Initially, this had been done discreetly and was barely enough to get by for a while. However, all of it was ruined by that scoundrel Dorian! Because he had lost control and kicked down two expensive alloy doors in a fit of rage at Dorian, the logistics department had strictly, according to regulations, deducted three months' worth of his nutrient paste and synthetic bread rations to cover the repair costs.
Now, the "borrowed" stock was almost depleted, and his own rations for the next three months had already been confiscated. The worst part was that, somehow, the story of him "borrowing" nutrient paste and kicking down doors to beat Dorian had spread. Now the entire Chapter knew that First Company Captain Cassius was "picky about taste" and "damaged public property." How could he possibly have the face to ask the Chapter Master or logistics for extra food? Cassius had his pride!
He picked up the last tube of old-version nutrient paste, recalling the years he had followed Primarch Guilliman on the "Indomitus Crusade." How perfect was the logistics support of the crusade fleet back then? They ate pure, natural foods from various worlds: fresh bread, roasted meat, vegetables… though not luxurious, at least they tasted like normal food.
Now look at this thing in his hand… Cassius even morbidly imagined what would happen if Primarch Guilliman himself were to taste this pre-improvement nutrient paste. Even with the Primarch's composure and resilience, he would most likely spit it out on the spot!
He took a deep breath, as if preparing to face the most powerful enemy on the battlefield, a look of grim determination on his face. For the glory of Ultramar! For… not starving to death!
With a final hope, he squeezed a small blob of the surprisingly elastic paste into his mouth.
The next moment, Cassius's expression instantly became incredibly vivid!
As the paste entered his mouth, it didn't melt or soften like normal food. Instead, as if endowed with life, it began to bounce and collide violently and erratically in his oral cavity! It felt like several invisible little people were performing free-for-all combat in his mouth, savagely ganging up on his poor tongue and palate!
At the same time, an indescribable, bizarre odor—a mix of strong disinfectant, low-quality industrial rubber, and some unidentifiable chemical synthetic compound—exploded across his taste buds, stubbornly resisting dilution by saliva, continuously assailing his olfactory and gustatory nerves!
The astonishing elasticity combined with the bizarre taste created an eating experience that was nothing short of torture. Cassius's face turned beet red, his Adam's apple bobbing violently as he tried to force down the "free-fighting" thing in his mouth.
However, the strong physiological repulsion eventually overcame his willpower. After holding on for more than ten seconds, Cassius still couldn't bear it. He bent down sharply and spat the almost untouched nutrient paste into the waste disposal opening beside him with a "Ptooey!" sound. He then grabbed a water cup and gulped down several mouthfuls of water, barely managing to suppress the nauseating taste and the discomfort in his throat.
He slumped in the chair, panting, feeling as if he had just fought a difficult battle, his face filled with despair.
"What am I going to do for the rest of these days...?" Cassius looked at the ceiling, letting out a sigh of extreme frustration and worry. The First Company Captain of the Ultramarines, who might face starvation in the future, if this were to get out, his reputation would truly be lost in the Eye of Terror!
The top level of the Dratamidas Hive City, in stark contrast to the dilapidated and oppressive lower and middle levels, was a true paradise on earth, or rather, an ivory tower built on the countless bones of the lower class, piled high with gold and pleasure. In this area, a particularly striking and extremely luxurious four-story villa stood like a pearl in a crown.
This villa utilized a large amount of mirror-smooth white stone and reflective metal, with flowing, futuristic lines. Its huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the bustling scene of the entire top level of the Hive City, and one could even vaguely see the outline of the solemn Shrine Worlds in the distance. Inside the villa, every imaginable luxury was indulged in. Exotic treasures from all over the galaxy were visible everywhere as decorations, and the air circulation system continuously delivered a sweet scent mixed with alien flower fragrances and expensive incense.
At this moment, this villa, which should have belonged to Laya, had clearly become a temporary haven for the Dark Eldar. Dozens of pale-skinned, tall and slender Dark Eldar men and women were brazenly enjoying everything here. Some lay lazily on long couches covered with rare animal furs, sipping aged fine wine; others frolicked and chased each other in the huge indoor heated swimming pool, splashing crystalline water; still others, accompanied by some exotic, rhythmically strange music, swayed their bodies, performing dances full of temptation and danger.
Their faces bore the typical expressions of Commorragh residents—a mixture of arrogance, cruelty, and an endless pursuit of sensory stimulation—as if this were their new hunting ground and pleasure palace, completely unaware that danger, like a sword hanging over their heads, was about to descend.
Just then, the grand main entrance of the villa, carved from a single piece of amethyst, inlaid with gold trim, and costing as much as a small Frigate, emitted a faint hum of identity verification.
Immediately following, a clear and rhythmic "thump-thump" sound of Laya's signature high heels tapping the ground, from far to near, echoed into the hall.
Everyone's gaze instinctively turned towards the entrance.
Laya's figure appeared in the doorway. She seemed to have deliberately tidied her appearance; her bright red dress was still dazzling, and her makeup had been reapplied, covering the previous tear stains and disarray. She tried to straighten her back and walked in with seemingly calm steps, attempting to pretend that nothing had happened, that she was still the canary attached to the Governor, possessing this magnificent cage.
Several Dark Eldar playing in the pool immediately noticed her. They recognized Laya, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes, but they did not immediately become alert. In their opinion, this human woman was merely Governor Gaine's plaything and the mistress of this place, perhaps just returning from the Governor's Mansion.
One male Dark Eldar, with wet, dazzling white hair, a particularly tall and slender build, and a handsome but wicked face, slowly emerged from the pool. Water droplets slid down his pale skin and well-defined muscles. He casually picked up a soft towel offered by a nearby attendant, wiping his body indifferently, his eyes, like purple crystals, fixed on Laya with undisguised mockery.
"Oh?" the male Dark Eldar named Vik spoke, his voice carrying a unique, magnetic quality as if with hooks, but his tone was full of contempt, "Look who's back? Our beautiful, two-day-missing Miss Laya."
He deliberately drew out his words, a malicious smile on his face: "What, have you been busy these two days providing services on Governor Gaine's plump belly, so much so that you couldn't bear to return to your own little nest? Hahaha!"
His laughter echoed through the opulent hall, full of insult, prompting the other Dark Eldar to let out echoing snickers.
Laya's face instantly paled, but she suppressed the humiliation and fear, forcefully turning her head away, avoiding Vik's uncomfortable gaze, and responded in the coldest possible tone: "Vik, watch your words! Otherwise, I wouldn't mind suggesting to the Governor that you be sent to the Adeptus Mechanicus priests to see if they are interested in your body structure and give you a thorough 'human modification'!"
She tried to use threats to maintain her crumbling dignity and status.
However, upon hearing this, Vik not only wasn't angered but laughed even more brazenly. He casually tossed the towel to an attendant and, with elegant yet aggressive steps, slowly walked in front of Laya. His tall figure cast an invisible pressure, mixed with the dampness of the pool water and the unique, cold scent of the Dark Eldar.
He extended his pale, slender hand, with its unusually sharp, manicured nails, and gently pinched Laya's chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.
"Truly... an astonishing face," Vik's gaze, like a scanner, meticulously traced Laya's features, his tone carrying the cruel appreciation of an object, "Such delicate features, such fine skin... Tsk tsk, Laya, if you had been born in Commorragh, with this visage, you could certainly carve out a rather high position for yourself in that eternal dark feast, becoming the most beloved collection of some Autarch or even a Grand Archon."
His words were like the flicking tongue of a venomous snake, licking at Laya's nerves.
"What a pity, what a true pity..." His voice suddenly turned cold, filled with extreme disdain, "You just happened to be born here, among humans. You low-level, uncultured, barbaric apes who only crawl by instinct and crude technology."
After speaking, his fingers on Laya's chin tightened slightly, forcing her lips to pout into an alluring curve. Then, he lowered his head, and with a gesture of almost condescending charity, he lightly, yet profanely, pressed a kiss upon those forcibly pouted red lips.
At the same time, his other hand unceremoniously wrapped around Laya's slender, barely graspable waist, freely exploring through the thin fabric of her dress, feeling the trembling of that body which, in his eyes, belonged to a "lower creature."
The Dark Eldar women who had been watching the spectacle around them all showed undisguised disdain and contempt. They whispered to each other, emitting faint snickers, looking at Laya as if she were a cheap, lowly plaything only fit for amusement. In their eyes, Laya was nothing more than a "barbaric ape" who relied on selling her beauty and body, begging for wealth and protection beneath the powerful human elite, utterly unworthy of their direct gaze.
Laya's body trembled slightly under Vik's control, tears of humiliation welled in her eyes, but she bit her lip fiercely, neither struggling nor resisting. She merely stood there stiffly, allowing Vik to subject her to insulting touches and kisses, like an exquisite puppet that had lost its soul.
She knew she had to endure. Her mission was to attract the attention of these arrogant xenos, creating an opportunity for the true hunter.
And she succeeded.
Just as Vik's attention was completely drawn to Laya, and the other Dark Eldar were also watching the scene with an attitude of amusement, a distorted light and shadow, almost imperceptible to the naked eye and perfectly blended with the environment's colors, slipped silently through the gap of the recently closed amethyst door like a true ghost—it was Gaius, cloaked in an Ultramarines standard optical camouflage cloak.
His movements were so light they were utterly incongruous with his massive physique, like the most skilled stealth operative. Using the opulent pillars, sculptures, and furniture in the hall as cover, he moved swiftly and precisely. The conflict between Vik and Laya, and the focused gazes of all the Dark Eldar, provided him with perfect concealment.
Like the shadow of death, he silently crept to a relatively secluded corner of the second-floor corridor, which overlooked the entire central area of the hall. From here, he could clearly see everything happening by the pool below.
Gaius slowly, without a sound, drew the finely crafted Power Sword named "steadfast will" from the magnetic lock at his waist. His thumb steadily pushed open the safety device on the hilt, and immediately, a low, dangerous hum sounded. A ghostly blue dismemberment field instantly activated, enveloping the thick blade, and the surrounding air seemed to subtly distort from this destructive energy.
He slightly adjusted his stance, like a leopard poised to strike, his red optical lenses suddenly glowing with a cold and malevolent light, firmly locking onto the prey below, who were still immersed in pleasure and arrogance.
The overture to the slaughter had already begun.
Death, with its admission ticket in hand, had quietly arrived at this lavish feast of decadence.