After the ritual scar on the uncles chest was complete, a chill came into the air. Malal let out a breath, and he could see it, and even caught it in his hands it was that cold. Frost began appearing on the edges of his armor.
"Is the vessel ready Chosen? Or do you still need more time"
"The vessel is read, we only await you to take over his body."
A malevolent spirit launched itself into the body of the uncle, sending the spirit of the man into the deepest retches of his mind.
The man stood up and shrugged his shoulders, with a wicked smile on his face.
"It's so good to have legs again!" he nearly shouted. Malal approached a group of cultists muttering an incantation, and a portal near the archery range opened.
"Move quickly, and act like your deeply hurt"
The uncle, (his name is now Ezeklye) nodded, and stumbled out of the portal and fell onto the grass.
The portal to the Immaterium closed, and only Ezeklye remained, 'unconscious' on the ground.