The blast wave flung Carlisle into an emergency alcove. Purple mist gushed from the ruptured crevices. Young miner Leo, after inhaling the vapor, erupted in hysterical laughter and smashed his kneecap with a geological hammer. "I hear it! It says pain is a love letter!"
Carlisle cowered in the corner, watching Leo's blood trace blasphemous sigils onto the ground. From the mist emerged gelatinous tendrils that coiled around Carlisle's ankle, slithering upward. As the tip of the tendril neared his eye, the roar of a chainsword shredded through the fog.
A three-meter-tall Chaos Space Marine known as "Ironskull" stepped out of the shadows, acid dripping from the mouth-like vents of his power armor joints, carving eight-pointed stars of Slaanesh into the rock. He seized the mutating Leo, plucking the crystals from his eyes like harvesting grapes. "I am Ironskull," he declared, pointing the bloodied chainsword at Carlisle, "and you will be the Voice of the Prince."
The screams of overseers echoed from the tunnels. Carlisle's last sight before being dragged into the boiling purple mist was Susan's mechanical arm vanishing around a corner, pursued by Ironskull.