Adrianne surveyed the scene.
Or rather, the total chaos all around. She could see blood splatters, limbs and body parts everywhere. Most of the cultists, either panicked or confused, were running around without a plan, trying to get to cover as they were mercilessly picked off by the supportive fire.
It was a macabre scene, but that was but a small speck of what Adrianne truly felt behind her skeletal mask. Within the carnage and violence of the scene, she could feel the warp all around; the thin veil of fabric separating the materium from the mad realm of the warp weakening in all the bloodshed and chaos. The tear imbued with the primal human emotions for the cultists themselves, and the hatred carried by those whom gunned them down.
Adrianne took a step forward, not concerned by the cultists as they scrambled all around; too busy to pay her any heed.
She raised one hand up, deepening her consciousness as she attempted to touch that which no mortal mind should be able to. Reaching into the immaterium, she began to sense the currents flowing around her, a process that allowed her to feel the raw emotion and sensation of the moment. Though she could not see him, she sensed a terrified man huddled behind a heavy steel container 10ft to her right. Another man who had participated in the uprising was lying another 15ft to the left, shot but not dead; stunned; and though he did not scream, Adrianne could feel the raw terror, confusion and pain all emanating from his still body as his mind tried to make sense of it all. These emotions as well as their hosts meant little however, beyond their purpose as conduits to the warp. They were like flickering torches in a dark cave, burning bright for a moment, illuminating the way, before finally giving away, and dying forever.
Twisting her hand, Adrianne began to tear in the web of power and emotion, suddenly causing a sickening sensation to flow out across the entire yard.
Harold could sense it the most, as if parts of his body suddenly went on to live their own lives, like an arm suddenly feeling icy cold, whilst an ear felt hot like coal. As if his guts were moving, and his perception and balance were occasionally tilted, as if an unnatural presence had invaded his mind! It could be felt by the cultists as well. Adrianne spied in the corner of her eyes one of the cultists, hiding behind cover with a stubgun, looking at her with an expression of utter confusion as she simply walked around the battlefield as if she was in a different world, before he suddenly clutched his forehead as the sensation reached him, leaning to his left as the sickening feeling took hold.
Adrianne, so focused on her scrying, continued to twist her hand, sending out ever more unnatural waves of emotion, before she finally stopped; her eyes widening for a moment behind her mask, before suddenly narrowing on a fortified vehicle bay on the other side of the yard.
"I think I have found our anomaly." She suddenly spoke on her intercom, moving a finger up to touch the side of her helmet.
"I can feel an agent in the warp over at the old Vehicle Bay, an anomaly. I do not know what it is, but it may be feeding on on the nexus of emotions we have created."
