It was only natural for them to retreat into the lower hive. The cramped spaces and large amount of citizens that came with a hive world didn’t quite meet the requirements for a psyker to battle in, and the further down they fled, the longer the pitiful corpse-servants would be forced to seek. Their search would also be hindered by the remaining followers of his cherished cult antagonistically flinging their powers at the by-passing marines and whatnot. That’s all they were good for anyway: to be expended for the survival of the fittest. Space was vast after all, and it was only a matter of time before more would swarm Embra’s brilliant presence. One remained, however, and what a stubborn one it was. No doubt desperate to scrape Embra’s precious knowledge out of his skull. He’d been working towards it for quite some time now, Embra had noticed - he had definitely noticed. Not a moment passed when this Malignus fellow wasn’t by Embra’s side. One might say it was quite noticeable. And now he refused to follow Embra’s highly subtle directions towards certain death, which would prolong the arrival of the corpse-lovers even further.

Crowds ran past him in panic. Screams echoed across the streets as they passed stores and homes and more stores and seedy taverns. Nothing seemed like a viable place to stay as any sort of individual with a foot would be kicking the doors down in just a little while, looking for the likes of himself and his follower - and these doors weren’t built to hold. These doors looked brittle and worn out, and were quite clearly meant to be doors - not barricades. The surrounding area was quite unsurprisingly a seedy place, with seedy alleyways and seedy people - Embra had to constantly assure himself that everything was where it should be, and was certain on countless occasions that someone had nabbed one thing or another.

The light power armour which he wore and the force staff, which was basically a wooden rod, made the psyker stick out like a sore thumb. The fact that the staff was leaking blood in places didn’t really make him less noticeable either. At a not very close inspection, a large tail was definitely discernible sticking out through the light power armor. The tail was holding onto an object of a tube shape and seemed generally specific as to where it pointed the tube: most of the time it just happened to be Malignus. The man’s long blue hair rested still upon his shoulders as he carried on walking, but his violet eyes noticed that the crowd was finally starting to thin up ahead...