Floor five of the Skaven Under-Empire.
His enemies were still the same, a bunch of small Rat-men with worn-down equipment in old drapes and robes. They had just finished dispatching a group of them and John was feeling alright with his progress so far. Alright. Not satisfied. How could he be satisfied when he existed in relative safety and the love of his life was with… her?
The Gamer's swift steps brought him around a corner. At the end of a short corridor, a giant door stared back at him. To be exact, the depiction of a horned rat did. The head of the beast sat in the middle of a pentagram. On the stone, its bone-white colour stood out immensely and in the sockets red gemstones glowed. Four greyish horns protruded from the skull, each of them ending at a point of the satanic star. The mouth of the creature filled the last of the five points.
