Baal in Peril

Tycho drew a deep breath and began his report. His words were clear and swift, painting a grim picture. "The main force of a Tyranid Swarm tendril has been confirmed to be heading straight for the Baal System.

Its scale far exceeds anything on record. The last data transmitted by the reconnaissance fleet showed that its vanguard bio-fleet alone was numerous enough to drown the entire system.

Baal and its moons are now like a lone boat caught in a storm."

He activated the tactical recorder he carried and projected blurry yet deeply unsettling footage—countless twisted, colossal bio-ships writhing through the stars, so numerous they nearly blotted out the starlight.

"The Swarm devours all biomass. Wherever it passes, worlds become silent and dead. Baal is the last home of Sanguinius's bloodline. If it falls, it will mean not only the end of our Chapters, but also a devastating blow to Imperial morale."

Chapter Master Cassius added at the right moment. His voice carried the hoarseness left by the Battle of Kamas, yet it was filled with earnestness. "My lord Primarch, the Crimson Crescent knows full well how limited our strength is. On Kamas, we received the grace of rebirth through you, Lady Leona, Inquisitor Chen Xi, and all the reinforcements. We have no right to make any further request.

But Baal's crisis concerns the survival of the Blood Angels, and even the safety of the Imperial southeastern star regions.

If Baal falls, the Swarm's advance will face no further obstacle. Then the entire sector, including Kamas, will face utter destruction."

Tycho continued at once, his tone carrying the Blood Angels' distinctive resolve, mixed with pride and despair. "Chapter Master Dante has mobilized every force available. Baal's surface is being transformed into the final fortress, and every citizen capable of bearing