Deep within the Webway.
Here and now, war raged.
A keen power sword sliced through the air, drawing a silver arc through the dim Webway corridor. Before its light had faded, a second slash followed, then a third.
The sound of powered blades tearing through flesh came as thick as rain, spraying foul-smelling black blood again and again.
The White Scars Chapter attacked like an unstoppable gale.
Their grav-bikes roared over the Webway's ancient Wraithbone floor. Engine thunder echoed and built within the narrow passage, becoming a deafening wall of sound.
The riders crouched low over their bikes, power swords trailing at their sides. Blade tips scraped the floor, throwing up streams of sparks.
This was not a battle.
It was a harvest.
One Chaos-corrupted Xenos after another fell beneath their blades.
The Heretics entrenched here had no time to raise their weapons before the speeding white lightning split them in two.
This Astartes force, famed for lightning strikes and decapitation assaults, was making full use of its mobility.
It was the White Scars' seventh day in the Webway.
As the first Adeptus Astartes Chapter to enter the Webway at full strength, the White Scars had been given a clear mission.
They were to investigate, one by one, every place where the Primarch Jaghatai Khan might be trapped.
It sounded almost impossible.
The Webway branched in every direction, its countless passages sprawling across the entire Galaxy.
Searching for one man without precise coordinates was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
But the White Scars had their own method.
How did they search when they had no leads?
The White Scars' approach was simple.
They went straight to the places on the map where someone was most likely to get trapped.
The more tangled the terrain, and the better