Above the endless sea of white, in between the endless night and the ground below, Cain's wings pushed and pulled as clouds were parted like Noah and the sea. On his back was Nazareth, peering at his sword — or more specifically, the cross with the soul stone carefully encrusted within it.
Previously, when he had looked into the stone, the Farseer had been battling the daemons which he had slain in Khorne's realm; however, now the stone looked at least empty.
Looking deeply into the stone, Nazareth seemed to be pulled into it, his mind transported into the stone. The room was pale grey with a single building breaking the stale feeling of the space. The building, or house, loomed at a height of thirty metres, with patterns feeding into one another, with a white, bony texture.
Atop the house looked to be a woman, her legs freely dangling over the building's edge with a witchblade, its matrix flushed with power, as the whole room started to rumble. As the woman stood and, with a powerful push, she shot towards Nazareth.
Nazareth washed with panic as he drew his sword, its green glimmer expanding as both his sword clashed with the woman's witchblade. The hum of power emanating from the matrix clashed with the green glimmer of Nazareth's sword — two opposites coming into contact, forcefully repelling one another.
The three protruding bone-like patterns on the blade hissed with power as the matrix of the blade thrusted forward, chipping away a part of Nazareth's sword.
The two blades clashed against one another as the necrodermis of Nazareth's sword pulsed with greed as his necklace activated. The once-powerful witchblade in the woman's hands, surrounded by a cold white power, visibly relaxed as the woman stared daggers at Nazareth.
The back and forth continued as steadily as the clashing of metal against wraithbone made the witchblade wail a scream emanating from its matrix, as the woman manifested a white circle within her hand before shoving it directly in front of Nazareth.
The blow travelling through the air rapidly halved as it came close to Nazareth before the man was sent hurtling backwards.
As the distance between the two increased, Nazareth carefully looked at his opponent. The woman stood at an equal three metres, wrapped in thin armour covering her body; only her fiery red hair, pointy ears, and beautiful, fierce face were visible.
"Daemon, I shall slay you for what you have done!"
Without missing a beat, the woman shot again towards Nazareth as her witchblade cleaved straight for Nazareth's head, only for him to block it. The power from the thrust and Nazareth's block made a shockwave of air escape from the two's collision.
'Daemon, how many times have I been called that so far?'
Only a simple sentence emerged within Nazareth's mind as the battle of blades grew rapidly; the woman's swordsmanship, once refined, became sloppy as Nazareth's unbreakable defence made the wails of pain from the witchblade increase with every collision.
What seemed to be hours of battle passed rapidly as the woman, trying to keep the heat on Nazareth, slowly came to a halt as she watched Nazareth no longer defending himself.
"Daemon! What type of trick is this? Why have you trapped me!"
The woman shrieked as she stood, staring deadly at Nazareth, awaiting an answer.
"What are you on about? Why did you immediately attack me?" Nazareth replied to the woman's yell with a question as to why she attacked him first.
The woman didn't like this answer as she raised her badly damaged witchblade and charged again at Nazareth.
Seeing the woman fly towards him, Nazareth raised his sword and met the woman's blade until only a few inches separated their faces.
The woman once again barked at him. "Daemon! Where is my Mother! Why did you send those lower-caste Daemons after me! And why did you suddenly appear?"
The battle between the two seemed to become stale as neither could overpower the other. Their swords still intertwined, Nazareth answered,
"Mother? Daemons? What are you on about?"
The woman evidently looked stunned at Nazareth's reply before anger washed over her face.
"DO NOT LIE TO ME, DAEMON! Where is my Isha! Where is the Aeldari Pantheon?"
As those words escaped her mouth, Nazareth's mind finally realised that he was fighting an Aeldari Farseer who was trapped in the soul stone.
The woman, seeing no reply from Nazareth, swiped low as she kneed Nazareth in his groin, causing the Primarch to collapse in agony at the low blow. A muffled roar escaped Nazareth as he face-planted the ground.
The woman, seeing the weakness in Nazareth, straddled his back before pulling his head from the grey ground and placing her witchblade near his throat.
"Speak, Daemon! Did that bitch, she who thirsts, send you?"
As those words came running from the woman's mouth, Nazareth, still in pain, gasped as he tried to gather air in his lungs to speak, his body still in shock.
"I work for no god! I am a Primarch of Humanity, you Aeldari scum."
The woman, not liking that answer, with a quick and fast pull of her witchblade, made the sword pierce and tear through Nazareth's neck. Cold suddenly wrapped around him as the woman got up, and the blood from his neck gushed out. The stark contrast between the cold feeling in his body and the warmth on his neck and chest made Nazareth shake before his vision turned to black.
Location – On the back of Cain
Jill stared at her god, who had his eyes nailed shut and hadn't spoken a word since Cain had broken through the clouds.
With a sudden jolt, Nazareth's eyes flared open as his hands rapidly clawed at his neck. The feeling of death overwhelming him rapidly receded as his eyes looked at his surroundings. The coldness and warmth from his blood and his body caused an involuntary chill to run throughout him.
Jill looked at Nazareth with worry as the sun began to flicker over the horizon.
Location – Meereen
Jurten looked at the newly rising sun with wonder. Beneath his foot came muffled screams. His eyes looked downwards to see once again one of these 'Great Masters' on all fours with cuts and burn marks all over his body. This leader of House Yherizan — this proud slave house — had thought of the travelling Kriegman as weirdly clothed travellers, mistaking their weapons for simple tools.
With some simple lies here and there, given this world's lack of higher thinking, Jurten had managed to make his way to House Yherizan's residence and brutally took control.
From Jurten's last message with Jill, he had informed his comrades of their god's soon-to-be arrival. This invigorated Karl specifically, along with some 'freed' soldiers from House Yherizan, who launched surprise attacks on the other Great Masters. Will and Harry, meanwhile, performed sniper missions targeting, in the chaos of battle, the high officials within the opposing armies' slave ranks.
The whole slave city was in chaos as pyramid after pyramid was ransacked by Karl and his 'freed' army. Jurten looked at the battle map of the city. After painstaking hours of kidnapping and stealing, they had completed a map of Meereen.
Every hidden passage into each pyramid and secret exit beyond the city was here. The map, a compilation of different papers and drawings, laid out an outline of streets with little figures representing Jurten's soldiers as well as enemy movement.
Jurten's plan began when he received news of Nazareth's exile from Astapor. The things Jill told him whilst having to drag their 'god' made his blood boil. Those foolish imbeciles exiled his god for a stupid thing like fear.
Originally, Jurten decided to launch an attack on the other 'Great Masters' after he had control of Ghazeen and Pahl; however, when he heard of his god's soon-to-be arrival, the plan had to be pushed forward, resulting in some disasters as the 'freed' soldiers didn't fight as well as the other twelve Houses' elite guards.
The battle for the city was brutal but efficient as pyramid after pyramid was taken control of by Jurten. A smile crossed his gas-masked face as he received runner after runner, giving and receiving information.
Jurten looked over the map before looking out from the top of the pyramid's open balcony to see one less pyramid in the skyline of Meereen. Hopefully, given a few more hours, he could've taken at least eight more of the Great Houses' pyramids.
(AN: I hope you enjoy? IDK)