Drop Pods rained down like falling meteors, slamming into the hidden docks on Thule.
Nathaniel Garro, commander of the Dusk Raiders, leapt to the ground and immediately saw towering pillars of fire rising from exploding fuel tanks.
Shimmering blue beams streaked past the flames, hurtling straight toward the domed structure.
Nathaniel fired a Bolter round, then drew his Artificer Power Sword—Libertas.
"They're Shadow of Order! Reinforcements!"
The Dusk Raiders raised their Bolters and unleashed a dense barrage at the Castellax Robots.
Nathaniel swung Libertas, carving arcs of death through the air.
Caleb Arin led the Honor Guard close behind him.
The Castellax Robots rotated their hydraulic bodies, their beam weapons spewing searing light that struck the final batch of Cataphractii Terminator Armour forged by Mundus Occulum.
Amid thunderous impacts, cutting beams struck the brand-new armour.
Sparks flew, blackening the armour, yet the Cataphractii Terminators continued advancing.
Following the ancient combat creed of the XIV Legion, they formed neat ranks and advanced without mercy.
Nathaniel stared at the Castellax Robots that had breached the dome and strode forward rapidly.
His wrist turned, and Libertas danced through the air.
The shining blue blade cracked as it traced arc after arc.
Nathaniel was fighting fiercely when a supernatural, icy gale suddenly pierced through his Cataphractii Terminator Armour and struck his body.
Following his instincts, he looked toward the dome. The cold wind was pouring out from within.
Rows of Servitors stood frozen in place as though they had crashed.
Psionic Energy? Nathaniel's eyes narrowed.
He knew Shadow of Order possessed many Psykers. They had been the primary targets of judgment at the Council of Nikaea.
His father had denounced the dangers of Psionic Energy, ultimately gaining the Emperor's agreement and securing the ban.
Nathaniel gathered his thoughts. This was not the time to