Grota Rar strode down the brazen and ornate corridors, walking with a sense of confidence and power that being in the same room as Xefoer denied him. Two slave servitors wheeled past, making involuntary greetings to the broad shouldered Gaur - Commander, who merely walked past, his heavily scarred chin high up. Behind him the dim lights flickered, illuminating the corridor like a violent storm.

Hurriedly, a crimson armoured Blood Pact soldier ran up, his Grotesque mask grinning, contrasting against the expression of worry his scarred lidless eyes suggested.

'Magister. The blessing has been given to the soldiers. They are prepared to attack on your command.' The Pacter bowed and Grota Rar put his burnt and ritually scarred hand on the soldiers' shoulder.

'My child, this is most pleasing. Prepare the others onboard the other ships of the Fleet. Make sure the World Eaters are unaware of our plans.'