Despite the overwhelming urge to just let free and release my oy into the weak fleshy bits of the worm and leave it nothing but ash, I restrained myself.

  Temperance was a heavenly virtue and with me being the pure and virtuous soul that I was, I of course, had ample amounts of it.

  Bio-energy, I need energy. Don’t throw the dark abyssal fireball at it.

  I disregarded the pained growls the patheti was letting out and released my tendrils. From the moment I reached its flesh, it was already over for the damhing.

  Now I just had to be careful to not poke holes into its stomach or whatever an produced that acid.

  Just as that thought passed through my mind, of course one of my tendrils poked into a sac of ‘I don’t want to know’ which released enough acid to fill a living room with.

  I hissed, more out of annoyahan pain as I felt my tendril dissolve into nothing. This wasn’t regur Tyranid acid that dissolved stuff into biomass, that’d just be throwing my energy back at me. This was the most vicious thing the hive mind could e up with in short order.

  As the acid flowed through the cavern, my unfortuendril borrowed into the worm’s flesh. I could hear it melt not just my tendril but the worm’s body along with it. This damhing was going to melt itself into unusable goo just to spite me, or maybe it was just a happy little act for it.

  I hope it hurts.

  I retrieved what remained of the dumb little tendril that brought this upon my head, resolving myself to spank it ter. Nah, that’s just spanking myself. Let’s not do that.

  Thankfully, the worm still thought it could win somehow, so the other acid sacs didn’t burst by themselves and so with an added yer of care, I absorbed as much biomass as I could.

  The worm was huge, so I got a rge influx of bio-energy, but with most of its mass being made up of carapace or its acidiach, I got much less than I was expeg.

  Then I felt the ground inch dangerously close.

  ‘Alright,’ I hummed in my mind. ‘Time to leave.’

  In a fsh, all my tendrils surged bato my body and I kicked myself away from the beast, flying through the gaping cavern I dug into its side and watg the now lifeless carcass smash into the ground.

  It didn’t burrow bato the dirt, merely smming against it and kig up a cloud of sand.

  The worm might have been a hasty try of a filing Hive Mind, but it could have dohe same damage had I not learned how to use Blink, or if I didn’t have this form to fall back to.

  ry.

  I fell down from my jump, slowing my fall with a touch of TK as I did so I didn’t make a crater when I touched down.

  Then I went to eat up any remaining biomass from the carcass, and when I was doh that, I moved on to absorb whatever remained of the acidic sacs.

  I might not have been able to absorb the acid, but the an that made it and the sac that stored it would be a great addition to my toolkit.

  There it is.

  I found some remains of both. Among the dissolved flesh and carapace it wasn’t too hard to find the still intact ans. Both had to be immuo the acid, so they were left behind.

  If I yer that onto my armour, I won’t have to worry about acid like that again.

  Throwing those ideas over to my Mind Cores to figure out, I shifted bato my Psyker Frunting as my Soulbone Skeleton sort of maed into my body. I k was there all this time, phased out, but somehow still held inside my body, but it just phasing bato my body was a rather unfortable feeling.

  Not sure how that even bothered me anymore, I just turned inte Tyranid-like monster and that didn’t make me all too unfortable. Gohe days when just shifting into a non-human form made me nauseous.

  I stood up, f a new set of clothing over my body out of a silk-like material. It wasn’t as form fitting or stretchy as my bodysuit, but the look and feel of it on my skin made up for that.

  Let’s see how Selene is do-

  Reality slowed down around me, not in the figurative sense, but literally.

  I forced bio-energy into my legs to kick myself away, but it all felt so sluggish, the only reason my mind could even keep up with the ever slowing time was that I thought more with my soul than with my brain.

  I could practically feel some alien energy twisting around my body, one I wasn’t quite familiar with and I was sure it wasn’t anything Psychic or reted. There was not a single soul for kilometers around here, aside from the cultists.

  They couldn’t be the culprits behind this, I’d have felt a ritual activating and the taint of Chaos spreading long before it could have ever hit me.

  I tried to activate Blink, but my soul thread refused to widen enough, I barely mao draw on any Soul Energy and all that amouo was to let out a bst of energy which blew bae of the weird energy strig around my body like an orb-like cage.

  I pushed the energy back, but all that did was make the orb wider without damaging the weird structure of the els I was just now beginning to sense.

  I pted straight up abandoning this body. Whoever was behind this obviously knew what they were doing and probably knew what I was capable of. How much did they know? How did they hide from my senses?

  Even Mephiston couldn’t hide … his … Soul.

  I see.

  Even though it hurt to do, I knew what I had to do. This could be an opportunity instead of a waste body yet.

  Barring a single, microscopidril, the eldritch parts of myself diffused into bio-energy and I trolled that energy, st it in my body. I spread it through my body, enhang it so even if I were to lose all motor funs, harming this body would be challenging, even to the fuckas probably doing this to me.

  We will see who will have the st ugh. Archivist.

  With that thought, I pulled my sciousness back from the body a any awareness of it go dim a nanosed ter. I could still feel that it was there, and that I had a e to it, but it was like going from pying a game in 8k on 240fps to listening to a shitty old radio.

  Gone was my trol over it and most of my senses in that body grew foggy.

  It wasn’t much of a surprise, being time-locked wasn’t something that was easy to escape from and just that my e to that body, even as it was, surprised me a bit.

  I khis ossible oute a while back, me just existing would draw attention from those that cared enough to keep a on the gaxy at rge. Out of all the possible fuckheads to e after my hide, the one I suspected being behind this was the … least problematic? Well, he roblematic alright, but not in the existential threat way.

  This felt more like a forced visit to an etrid senile grandpa, ohat had far too much of both time and power to do whatever his deranged mind wished.

  As it was, his hobby was kidnapping and / or stealing anything he found iing, which seemingly included me now.

  Though, it was all just a hypothesis, but my avatar being intact aside from locked in a time-stasis was in lih his methods and if it soon got transported into a sub-dimension … which it just did, I could be sure who it was.

  Trazyn. Ne Overlord of Solemnad Lead Archivist of the Infinite Galeries, his personal colle of a little bit of everything iing going from 60 million years of Netyr pottery to a perfect e of the Primarch Fulgrim.

  He probably foueresting, which was true. I was ied, but him stealing my avatar was annoying.

  Still, if I could mao free it once he transported it into the heart of his Infinite Galleries … then there would be a feast. A whole Primarch, a Krork, peak Eldar Warriors and who knew what else was hidden away in there.

  This portunity instead of a setback. That energy stored in that avatar was an iment.

  I’ll have to remake my skeleton.

  The ethereal eyebrows of my soul twitched at that. Making Soulbone was a tiresome and time-ing thing.

  If I ’t eve back Atiesh …

  As if answering my call the glimmering white staff shifted ience right o my soul and came to orbit around it with a sense of … eagerness?

  ‘What a aff you are?’ I cooed at it like an idiot and Atiesh seemed to preen under my praise, moving just a bit faster with a touch of vibration going through its body.

  I gave up oioning ‘how’ it escaped the time-locked sub-dimension which robably warded up to the heavens against Psychic activity, but then I remembered that even if the scale of it was small as of yet, Atiesh should be capable of Reality ing.

  I closed my mental eyes and took a deep, unnecessary breath. I have the staff; the rest is repceable, this is an iment.

  Vanity and pride were annoying, and I had to admit to myself that I wasn’t g iher, so just lying down and taking the kidnapping without retaliation was hurting me on a psychological level.

  Still, it could have been much worse.

  There were many worse people to draw to myself.

  Personally, catg Eldrad’s attention was more w and that Lord of ge could be even more troublesome than that old Farseer.

  I’d be a fool to think the powers that be were unaware of my existehe Chaos Gods probably knew something and that it was reted to me, just me eg to the robably told them that, if Tzeentch didn’t have a hand in me being here in the first pce.

  The tentacles and the weird stuff that happened around me bined with the future probably being thrown into disarray was something that had his fingerprints all over it.

  A sane person would ask though, ‘Why would he do that? You kill demons, that has to be bad for a Chaos Ght?’ and they would be right … but as they say, ‘No one fucks Tzeenth up like Tzeentch’.

  Being one of his worshipers has to be one of the most miserable things in the world. From what I knew, he loved watg iing people resist him and throw the gaxy into disarray, but when they bent, he discarded them.

  There was even a Greater Demon that he threw into the equivalent of a bck hole in the which … came out with two heads, didn’t it?

  I wao smash my head into a wall. Regur Lords of ge did not have two heads. How did I fet that?

  That just pushed up the danger level of that feathered weirdo a notch, after all, the Greater Demon that came out of that Bck Hole that even the God of sorcery couldn’t see into was her than Kairos Fateweaver, the same oversized chi that was giving me headaches with his riddle-like speech a while ago.

  I need a drink … or a Seleo hug.

  Enough self-pity! Let’s get to it.

  I hummed to myself, floating around in my Soul puddle a bit. It was … ging. That was expected. Just because it wasn’t stantly molested by Chaos and all that ugly stuff in the , it was still a realm of emotions, thoughts and uy.

  I could see the stars of tiny realms f inside of it, not quite able to tell what they were going to be.

  Would they represent parts of me? Or was it all somehow going to reflect the tiny segment of reality this puddle i with through me?

  Thoughts for ter, let’s check up on Selly before she bees super paranoid.

  There came the problem, did I disehe flimsy soul thread eg me to my time-locked body … avatar, or did I try making a new one?

  It’d be fug great if I could make as many soul-threads as I wanted, it’d allow me to spread about much more and i with reality on a much further scale than what a single avatar could allow me, but there had to be a dowhere were no freebies in this shithole of a gaxy.

  Do I have to make it out of my soul or something? Rip off a fragment of it?

  No, that would be far too dumb even for warhammer.

  Let’s just try it.

  I poked it.

  By it, I mean the veil between Realspad the Immaterium. It wasn’t a thin veil in the regur se was fucky in the way everythiing to the Immaterium was.

  There weren’t set rules for it.

  You could just slip through a thin veil and end up in the roper with a siep or you could treat it as the shore of a sea where the further and deeper you go, the more fucky and y it gets.

  The FTL drives the Tau made use of this sea-shore-like property of it without the makers of it even knowing. They just sort of sailed on the outermost yer of the and as such, mostly remained ued by demons.

  Sometimes, being bad at something was a talent and with those blue ies, having the flimsiest souls iend remaining uhe radar of demons was their greatest strength.

  So when I say I poked at that veil, I meant it by the first described way, intending to just go out of the Immaterium in a siep with it. Of course it didn’t work. Why would anything work on the first try?

  So I started poking about, harder, gentler, here, there and I even tried to just sort of force it open, but so far, s.

  Shitty method it is.

  That ‘sea shore’ metaphor bees far too voluted to expin how all this works when you take into sideration that my puddle and the were separate while they could both be the ‘sea’ iaphor.

  So, anyway, I started trying to push a thread of densed Soul Energy into Realspace the long way around instead of taking the shortcut.

  It was really damned long, even with time and distances being a bit fucked in here.

  I hope Selene doesn’t worry too much. If that tin headed fucker did anything to her, I’m sending his museum into a star.

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