"Bring them all out."
At Ghostface's command, Jason, Michael, Freddy, and the others each pulled out a total of six still-twitching heads with their mouths taped shut from their tactical backpacks.
They held their weapons in one hand, while cradling these heads in the other like precious treasures, their thumbs already hooked under the edge of the tape, ready to tear it off at any moment.
"Once you hear my command, tear off the tape," Ghostface ordered again.
Pyro stood to the side, watching the scene, his hands empty, looking somewhat at a loss. He felt like a passerby who had stumbled into a cult's sacrificial ritual.
Seemingly sensing his awkwardness, Ghostface turned his head, and a voice came from beneath his helmet: "Just be ready later, and jump down with us."
He paused: "Of course, if you're scared, it's not too late to back out now."
Provoked by him, Pyro instead calmed down: "I just didn't know what to do. Now that you've said that, there's no way I won't jump with you all… Besides, I'm quite curious what the legendary Webway is really like inside."
Just then, a violent fluctuation, like a giant rock thrown into water, came from the space behind the door! The light intensified sharply, and the door panel groaned under the strain.
"Now!"
Ghostface made a decisive move, without the slightest hesitation, raising his combat boot and kicking the "Anywhere Door" hard!
"Bang!"
The door panel shattered, revealing a constantly twisting, rotating tunnel entrance, seemingly made of liquid crystal and shadow.
"Jump!"
At the command, seven people, including Ghostface, clutching their respective heads, leapt without hesitation into the kaleidoscopic entrance, like well-trained paratroopers. Pyro gritted his teeth and followed suit… The sensation of falling lasted less than a second.
Pyro felt as if he had been thrown into a kaleidoscope, with countless shattered light and shadows, silent screams, and incomprehensible geometric patterns flashing past him. Weightlessness, compression, and tearing sensations acted upon him simultaneously, and the internal stabilization system of his carapace armor emitted a piercing alarm.
But all of this ended quickly.
When he came to his senses, his feet were already on solid ground. He found himself in a tunnel of unimaginable grandeur. The tunnel walls were not rock or metal, but a white, fossilized bone-like substance, covered with crystalline veins through which flowed what seemed like captured nebulae and auroras. There was no light source here, yet the entire space was illuminated by a soft glow emanating from the walls themselves.
This was the legendary Webway, created by the Old Ones, a place even Chaos found difficult to corrupt.
However, he had no more time to admire this miraculous creation. Because less than twenty meters in front of them stood over a dozen dark eldar, clad in tight, spiked armor and wielding various bizarre-looking weapons.
"Look, what is this? Lost barbarians?" a male dark eldar sneered in their sharp yet elegant language. He licked his lips, "It seems our entertainment for today is settled."
"What an unexpected harvest," another dark eldar toyed with the long blade in his hand, "We don't even have to go hunting; fresh souls are delivering themselves. Their wails will surely be very pleasant to hear."
They were like a group of cats who had discovered mice in their granary, their faces filled with cruel mockery and greedy delight.
However, the leading female dark eldar's smile abruptly froze as her gaze swept over the uninvited guests.
Her eyes were fixed on what Ghostface and the others were holding—the heads of devotees who believed in "Him," who believed in the "dark Prince"… and these heads were still alive!
A primal fear, originating from the depths of her bloodline, instantly seized her heart! She immediately understood what these humans intended to do!
"Run!!!"
She let out a sharp, distorted shriek, turning to flee without a second thought.
The surrounding dark eldar warriors looked at their leader in surprise, completely unable to understand what had happened. They were just a few Mon-keigh; was there any need to be so terrified?
Ghostface, meanwhile, let out a sinister chuckle of a successful conspirator: "Run? Will running help?!"
"Tear off the tape!"
The six acted simultaneously, violently tearing off the tape from the mouths of the six heads.
In an instant, Pyro heard no specific words or sounds. Or rather, an incredibly vast, incredibly defiled, indescribable "sound" directly exploded in his mind, in his very consciousness!
The entire Webway shook!
Pyro felt… an unimaginably vast entity, from the endless abyss of the warp, casting Its gaze upon this place. Just a glance caused countless twisted, lewd cracks to appear on the bone-white Webway bulwarks around them!
The space above their heads, like a mirror shattered by immense force, suddenly tore open a huge gap! Surging, pinkish-purple warp energy poured in like a waterfall, instantly corroding the sturdy Webway structure with a sizzling sound.
A huge and elegant head, combining terror and allure, slowly emerged from that gap. It was a Slaanesh greater daemon—a Keeper of Secrets!
Its eyes swept over the scene, and when It saw the dozen or so dark eldar, terrified out of their wits, a look of immense joy and insatiable hunger appeared on Its handsome yet sinister face.
The hunter, in an instant, became the hunted.
A plague of fear erupted among the dark eldar. The nearest warrior's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, pungent liquid instantly soaking the crotch of his tight armor. His eyes wide, his mouth opened and closed silently, he was already scared senseless.
More dark eldar let out inhuman screams, frantically rushing deeper into the tunnel like headless chickens, only wishing to get as far away from the warp rift as possible.
But there were also beasts driven into a corner. After a moment of stunned paralysis, one dark eldar warrior's face contorted into an expression mixed with extreme fear and towering rage.
His originally handsome face twisted, his eyes bloodshot, and he let out the most vicious curses in the eldar tongue, abruptly turning his poison crystal rifle towards the instigator of it all—Ghostface!
Then this dark eldar saw Ghostface, in this symphony of fear, despair, and chaotic energy, spread his arms and let out a madman's laughter.
"Hahahahahahaha! I feel it! I feel it! Your fear! Your pain! Your despair!"
His voice echoed through the chaos, filled with unparalleled ecstasy and satisfaction.
"I feel so good! I'm in heaven! Cry! Scream! Shout! Pain and fear are truly wonderful siblings, so delicious, so delicious!"
Ghostface's posture and words even made the greater daemon briefly shift Its gaze, and Pyro could still sense the confusion and irritation in Its eyes—as if the original protagonist of a play had been upstaged by a passerby.