"Was it really all right to leave her behind like that, Lord Murphy?"
As they climbed the stairs toward the World Heart control platform, Happy Stick, clad in Phoenix Warrior power armor and carrying a Dreadnought sword and shield, couldn't help asking Murphy, who was ahead of him:
"That fallen Primarch looked so confident, and she volunteered to take on a whole bunch of sentinels. She's obviously got a plan! This is such a classic setup that the next time we see Lady Elsa, she'll probably have become Fallen Primarch Number Two, just like the blonde loser.
How about we leave some people behind to help her?
We're not afraid of dying, anyway!
In the worst case, we can at least cover the First Centurion's escape. That's a fallen Primarch! She's much stronger than an ordinary Greater Daemon of Chaos. There's no shame in making a strategic retreat to preserve our forces against an opponent like that."
"Maybe, but she won't let us stay and help her. The sentinels are a stubborn bunch, and this involves secrets from their past. Given how they operate, once you know about this, you'll end up on their list for settling scores, too.
Don't worry.
Lady Elsa has her own plans. Let's focus on what's in front of us."
Murphy beat his wings as he flew up the stairs. Ahead, a storm of murky, purple-black Chaos psionic energy pressed down on them, but Murphy raised his hand and activated the Omega Protocol. Pale arcs of light circled the players, helping to dispel some of the resistance in their path.
Purifying energy clashed with the filth around them, erupting in blinding sparks, as if the lights of the galaxy were protecting them on their way forward.
"The concentration of Chaos corruption has exceeded the threshold!