As they marched onwards, they soon stumbled upon a room built like what seemed to be a cathedral of sorts. But not to any god. In there, wicked, tainted cultists of chaos praised their lord Slaanesh in the most twisted of ways. The entire room reeked of human fluids, screams of pain and joy intermixed into a chorus to the glory of Slaanesh, the prince of pain and pleasure. With merely a glance towards the wicked worshippers, the duo could tell these people were not friendly. Not at all.