The Grey Knight stood with his arms clasped behind his back as the demoness was brought forth into the testing chamber now being ordained aboard the Blood Raven Battle Barge, Litany of Fury. She was being escorted by two of Chapter Master Angelo's Terminator Battle Brothers each in heavy ceramite armor and carrying ornate gold engraved power spears. There spears gave off static discharges at their tips as the two lumbering metal clad giants motioned the foul demoness forward within the chamber, where the overhead lights created something of an arena, where a group of blue robed pyskers worked painting bloody runes upon the surrounding walls.

"At last we meet," said the Grey Knight with a hint of severity in his tone, "Demon of the Warp."

"Yes?" she replied, curtly with a lack of harsh emotion behind her voice, perfectly calm, without any external signs of anger, hate, or malice.

"This trial," continued the Grey Knight as the pyskers finished their tasks and started to take up positions around the room where an ornate blood circle had been drawn upon the floor, "Is meant to summon a warp fracture into this chamber. The walls have been warded so that this fracture will not spill forth into the rest of the ship. The circle drawn upon the floor where we are now standing will demark a safe zone within this warp fracture. Those who remain within this circle will remain untouched by the warp."

"I understand," said the demon as she looked over the drawn illustrations with a hint of curiosity and perhaps occult understanding, "These wards, the way in which the letters are arranged, I see that you intend to draw in the mind of the person who is linked to my physical body, the person feeding me pysker energy. I take it that only this persons mind can pass through this barrier, and whoever it is will be forcefully drawn into this trap."

The Grey Knight nodded, "Your trial is one of faith, humorous, for a demon. I intend to see if your continued summoner practioner is some sort of demented cultist or… perhaps… a much more subtle and corrosive threat."

The demon read through the lines, "You mean the Inquisitor that has invited me to join her team, this Rin?"

"Yes," replied the Grey Knight as he nodded to the Blood Angel Terminators, "Leave us brothers…"

The two Astartes nodded and rapped their fists upon their pauldrons in salute before leaving the room. Both the Grey Knight and Demoness watched the hydraulic door slam shut behind them with a loud clank signaling the activation of its hard locking mechanism.

"These Wards do not allow for a return from the Warp, unless their anchor has been severed lost," said the demoness flatly and without emotion.

"You are correct," replied the Grey Knight stepping towards her, coming within arms distance, "After the Trial has been completed you will be killed by my blade. This is the only way to sever the link with the warp when using this ceremony. Afterwards, you will need to resurrect aboard this ship once we reach the Eldar Craftworld. This is because, as you will anchor this ceremony into the warp, so too will this room anchor you to this ship, but you will not be able to resurrect until the void shields aboard this vessel are lowered. Do you know why?"

"Yes," she replied flatly, "It is because of the lack of warp energy needed for my manifestation. In order to manifest again I require a vast sacrifice of energy that can only come from the warp. This means that I can only resurrect when the void shields of this vessel are no longer in operation after leaving the warp, where I can then absorb energy freely from the warp."

"And this room?" he asked, leading her on.

The demoness once more studied the runes painted upon the chambers bulkheads, reading there unwords, and gathering there meaning fully. She nodded in approval and once more turned to face this Grey Knight standing before her.

"Once the ceremony is over this chamber will be like a self contained slice of the warp. The Inner circle where we are standing will prevent infiltration from the rift. The walls prevent exfiltration of the warp beyond this chamber. Once the ceremony is over and the warp is closed, the chamber will be opened thus allowing my essence to roam beyond the defensive wards since the inner wards are not meant as a reflective prison. No lingering demonic threats will remain once the fracture is sealed except for me because I am already standing within the inner seal."

"Exactly, your essence will be able to leave this chamber, but not in the physical flesh once this ceremony is concluded. Afterwards, you will be able to resurrect when this ship exits warp."

He nodded to the Pyskers and took several steps back until at last he was in the center of the chamber,"Now, it is time to begin…" he said with a sense of authority.

The Pyskers in their ornate blue robes all went upon their knees within the confines of the circle. Once seated, they started to chant a chorus of words, each in flawless unison;

'In his name we invoke the right of passage'

'In his name we open the veil of passage'

'In his name we summon he who binds this being'

'In his name we identify he who hides behind the veil'

The air within the chamber began to thicken and chill, ice started to creep along the walls, and the lights began to dim. Suddenly, the bulkheads vanished into shadows as the Pyskers continued their chanting, all in unison, all repeating their lines again and again without pause or distraction. The ornate symbols drawn in blood upon the bulkheads started to glow and harden as reality bent and disintegrated beyond their edge where the floor suddenly stopped existing.

Energy flared a fine mist of blue, purple, and red; just beyond the barrier. The area where the Grey Knight, his pyskers, and the demoness stood was like an isolated island within the warp, drifting nonchalantly within a storming torrent of the Immaterium.

"These unwords, fragments of creation, are one of the many weapons that the Grey Knights secretly have in our possession. Their archived existence was delivered upon us by an Inquistor named Ravenor and they have since been used as a fine weapon to sort out the heretics hiding on pure human worlds. Using these unwords, we have saved many innocent lives… and now we shall use them once again to find one guilty heretic."

It was now that things took a strange turn. Dark shadows, each on four legs, started to stalk around the isolated island of the Material Universe. They had sharp red eyes and white dagger like teeth, growling, drooling, as they stalked around the edges of the pysker field.

The demoness heard a wolf like howl and turned sharply to see one of these creatures attempt to breach the veil. It was instantly thrown back by a forceful charge of pysker energy.

"Astral Hounds, scavengers, they appear at every summoning," said the Grey Knight whilst unphased by the foul creatures appearance.

But, one of these creatures was differently. He appeared and strolled confidently towards the warp field. The Grey Knight turned to face this apparition, watching with surprise, as it passed without violence through the defensive barrier.

The Astral Hound walked past the chanting pyskers and sat upon his hind legs before the Grey Knight, starring up into his helm like an obedient domesticated animal.

"A mirrior?" he replied, surprised, "Very clever… and also very dangerous. Just as I expected…"

"What does this mean?" asked the demoness.

The Grey Knight looked at her with surprise still lingering behind his helmeted eyes, "It means that your summoner is capable of using an Astral Hound as a mirror, an intermediary for his-her pysker energy needed for your manifestation."

"Why is this important?"

"Because…" he nodded towards her, "Only one pysker has been recorded in all of human history of being capable of using an astral hound like a mirror. And, this begs some rather difficult questions about Inquisitor Rin's past."

The Grey Knight nodded in approval towards the demoness and unsheathed his blade from his side, "Forgive me demoness, but we will need to part ways for the time being…" and with that he ran her through the chest and shattered the chanting pyskers bonds to the warp that was holding the ritual in place.

The demoness remained stoic and nonemotional, evidently not taking her brief death personally, as she started to crumble into red electrically charged ashes that fell upon the floor.

Within seconds of the demoness disintegration from the reality fold, the chamber aboard the Blood Raven Battle Barge rematerialized into existence. The warp faded away despite the lingering effects of ice and chilling air still within the chamber. The pyskers started to wind down their chanting as some of the few lingering side effects from the ritual slowly dissipated.

It was at this moment that the Grey Knight resheathed his weapon and turned to face the opening bulkhead door. Now before him stood an Eldar Sword Matron and Ultramarine Veteran Sergeant, both newly arrived and ready for their own trials.