As you return to the long passageways you see the lights flicker. The walls and ceiling are scored from lasgun and shotgun fire. For those with psychic powers, the stink of the warp is heavy. As you move forward, you see a body fly though the air in pieces from a hallway forward from you. Martialis knows this room to be part of a long section that housed classified records and must have had 20 scribes in it at any one time.
The same grating voice seems to come from everywhere
"I can smell you, prey. I shall feast on your souls today...."