"This is it!"
Picasso cried out and added the final stroke to the sketch.
The servant turned his head and saw that his master's painting was far more than a single stroke short. A large area at the center of the scroll had been left blank.
Yet those blank spaces filled in with every stroke Picasso made.
Then Picasso began refining the painting, outlining the lines and filling in colors.
At that very moment, a scene from the battlefield emerged upon the scroll.
Lu Jin stood at the center of the painting, Greatsword raised high, poised to charge forward.
Among the Mortals, the Rebel Army ran the fastest.
They were actually faster than the Space Marines.
The Rebel Army was packed shoulder to shoulder as well. A vast crowd surrounded the standard-bearer holding aloft a banner bearing the image of the Lord of Valor. Dozens of groups of Rebel Army soldiers encircled a burly Mortal wielding a Warhammer and Battle Axe. His axe-bearing hand stretched forward, his hammer-bearing hand reached back, and he turned to look behind him, calling out excitedly.
The servant recalled that he had not seen these Rebel Army soldiers inside the Wraithbone Fortress earlier. Thinking of the records of the Battle of Alert Star he had studied, he wondered how such a massive Rebel Army force had appeared in the Antarctic War Zone.
The Rebel Army was surrounded by other Mortal forces.
Among the countless Mortal units were hundreds of Space Marine companies.
They came from every kind of Chapter, Imperial Chapters as well as allied Chapters.
The Drop Pod formations that had earlier set the sky ablaze descended, and many carried Space Marines from subordinate allied Chapters.
The xenos allies stood even farther at the edges.
Armored units and Titans stood among them. The Leviathan