An eerie silence settled upon the darkened street; a broken statue of Nagash
lay in pieces on the flagstones ahead of the Cleavermaws. Mogrum advanced
toward the grinning skeletal face, leering up from the ground. He was suddenly
very conscious of the noise his boots made on the cracked paving. The rest of
the crew looked around themselves warily, heavy pistols primed and cutlasses
drawn.
This area of the Oubliette was riddled with shattered cells; broken doors, window bars bent and twisted. It seemed like all the prisoners had escaped from this portion of the underworld when the Necroquake had broken it open. The Cleavermaws muttered among themselves, about thaumaturgic stress lines and soul-energy fractures. Mogrum gritted his teeth.
Lost Uzzog was about to say something when his compass started spinning.
With a maddening cackle a host of Chainrasps swarmed straight through the solid walls of the surrounding cells and mausoleums.
Thunderous blasts echoed off stone as the crew fired their pistols at close range, double-charged and loaded with silver bullets, into the apparitions!
Mogrum carved spinning arcs with his bladed Waaagh! Staff, the Nighthaunt it sliced through dissolved into mist. Sludga's charmed meat-cleaver was similarly effective.
When the last of the Chainrasps had been dealt with Mogrum turned to Uzzog to ask,
"Where too, mate?"
Uzzog shuffled uncomfortably as the aetheric compass settled, pointing toward a wide stairway that led downward.
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