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>Yvraine, to her credit, spared two heartbeats to look behind as she reached the boundary of the fluctuating webgate. For one of those swift palpitations in her chest, she considered holding back, to assist the retreat of her followers. In the next such concern was dismissed. Not only was the Hand of Darkness too valuable a prize to be lost in an act of pointless sentiment, she herself as the Opener Of The Seventh Way had a grander destiny to fulfil.
>Having sensed the intent of his spirit bonded mistress alorynis darted past hissing a warning as a throng of nurglings tumbled from shuddering boughs and erupted from the sodden bowers. Yvraine followed the grynix into the swirling energies, Kha-vir burning bright in her hand.
>still some distance behind, the Visarch saw a few others follow the Emissary of Ynnead into the swirl. With a last spasm, the portal collapsed and a dark shroud of nurgle seeped back through the limbs and trunks like a living thing, washing over the remaining eldar. Coldness clad their bodies and permeated their hearts, the grasp of winter squeezing forth last gasps of lifes vitality.
>In the freezing fog booming laughter resounded, seeming to come from all directions at once.
>"this is fine," said the Visarch, the fur of his armours mantle rimed heavy, his breath a steaming cloud around him.
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