Isha wept again, for the umpteenth time that eternity, unaware how long had passed, for how many millennia she had suffered in the grasp of Nurgle. Her long radiant hair, her pride and glory, was matted and unkempt, her bright eyes dull and lifeless, her body riddled with diseases that tormented her doubly because she kept healing. She was shackled with chains all over, trapped in a rusted cage, with absolutely no way out.

"Someone, anyone, please help me!" She choked out between her pained sobs, unable to hold back the gasps of pain that came just from the effort of speaking.