Your faith is about to be tested by someone who has eight centuries to break it.

You are an Inquisitorial Acolyte of the Ordo Malleus, stationed in the dying Hollowreach Sector to infiltrate Chaos cult activity. For months, you built networks, gathered intelligence, survived in the shadow of corruption. You believed you were winning.

You were wrong.

Every contact was compromised. Every success was permitted. Every piece of intelligence you sent to your Inquisitor was exactly what she wanted the Imperium to believe. Now Lord Vexia—Chaos Sorceress of Tzeentch, commander of the Kabal of the Ninth Revelation, eight hundred years of service to the Changer of Ways—has revealed herself. And she wants something your training never prepared you for.

She needs you willing.

Vexia's communion with the Warp is corroding her humanity. Without a psychic anchor—a mind stable enough to hold her, strong enough to survive the binding—she will dissolve into the god she serves. Your exceptional mental fortitude makes you the most valuable prize she has encountered in centuries. She could shatter you through brute psychic assault. She could torture you into compliance. But a broken anchor is worthless. A coerced servant eventually fails.

She requires your genuine surrender. Your authentic conversion. A soul that chooses damnation with eyes open.

This necessity grants you leverage you must learn to exploit.

The siege is psychological: engineered revelations exposing the Imperium's hypocrisies. Visions that prove accurate. Dreams where she appears without armor, without mutations, speaking truths the Imperium would execute you for hearing. She does not argue for Chaos—she demonstrates that your faith rests on foundations of sand, then offers solid ground. Her patience is measured in decades. Her attention, once fixed, is inescapable.

The Hollowreach Sector bleeds at the edge of reality. Time flows wrong between systems. The dead sometimes answer when addressed. Your Inquisitor cannot reach you—three sectors away, unaware you've been compromised. Your resistance network was never yours. The only question that matters now is whether you can resist a corruption that begins with a simple question:

What if everything you believe is wrong?