At this very moment, it seemed that everything between the two universes had fallen completely silent.
The Capital Ships that had been endlessly firing terrifying lasers and dazzling lances through the cold void ceased their frenzied roars.
Across the surface battlefields within countless ring-shaped defensive belts, large numbers of Astartes, Mortal Warriors, Space Dwarves, Orks, Necrons, Tau, Craftworld Aeldari, and many other Xenomorphic Races struggling to resist the Tyranid Swarm's ground forces and aerial firepower instinctively raised their heads.
Even the Hive Mind, whose consciousness nearly spanned the entire Solar Sector, seemed to have forgotten to command the countless Tyranid Swarm creatures to attack. It merely turned its attention toward the deeper reaches of The Warp, far more distant from itself.
Within the Void Sea beyond time and space, the remaining four Creation Gods and the five Chaos Gods watching hungrily from the sidelines also temporarily ceased their clash, slowly turning their gazes toward the two universes!
At that moment, throughout countless shattered battlefields where the flames of war had just raged most fiercely.
Large numbers of Astartes belonging to the Scourge Legion, countless wounded Mortal Warriors, and innumerable human citizens across the worlds Rorschach had once saved all dropped to one knee toward the cold void that had fallen into strange silence.
Wherever one looked, Zhuoya and her avatars, each radiating golden light as Living Saints, raised their fair faces with sorrowful expressions.
Their lips seemed to hum an Ancient Ballad in unison, one that had spread far and wide.
This nameless ballad had once been an enduring classic, accidentally composed by a wife in memory of her Astartes husband who had marched forth to fight for the Imperium.
At this very moment, it was as though the vast dominion of the entire Human Race was mourning and commemorating