All too suddenly, there was a flurry of las fire, and the moaning and strange sounds ended, followed only by a single tiny explosion.  The corridor was a scene of chaos, covered in burning and skeletal mutant bodies, alongside vast sheets of ice.  Many of the walls were discolored, or bore odd silhouettes of things that had never even been in the room, including animal shapes, trees, and small groups of perfectly ordinary human beings, many of them pointing at something.<br/><br/>Sergeant En sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by a group of false guardsmen.  Many of the false guardsmen were missing limbs, or in some cases heads, but were still making fake small talk while pointing their guns at En.  Meanwhile, the Sergeant was on his knees, clutching the staff on which the Platoon standard had once been mounted in one arm, and holding the stump of his right hand against his body.  "Lord Tzeench!  Why did you force me to live!"  The Sergeant screamed, slamming the platoon staff on the ground.<br/><br/>At the far end of the chamber, a battle cannon shell had been frozen inside a block of ice, sitting before the partially melted vault door, which had been burned through by eldrich energies.  A group of three shell shocked storm troopers stood inside the vault, looking bewildered as they pointed their guns at the Sergeant.  To anyone walking into the room, they say "Stand back!  This man is a sorcerer!"  while keeping their guns trained on the sergeant.