How About a Cunning Plan? I'll Enter the Fray Myself!

The skies above Dragon Forest Star were forever shrouded in profane runes twisted by Chaos. Every breath of air reeked of something acrid and burnt, while the filthy green haze seemed to brim with deep-seated malice!

At the farthest edge of the horizon, where the land nearly blended into the sky, stretched an endless steel jungle like a mountain range. Like the spine of a continent, it cleaved heaven from earth.

In the midst of this colossal steel jungle, which split the continent in two, stood a tower that soared into the heavens, its girth as massive as a mountain's backbone. It was a breathtaking sight, impossible to ignore.

At its summit, a crimson torrent of plasma surged without pause, spearing straight into the sky. Its immense, terrifying energy wantonly unleashed the boundless might of Chaos and the High Heavens, churning the clouds and atmosphere. Lightning as thick as barrels rolled and roared, shaking the land for a hundred miles!

Even from this distance, one could feel the earth shudder violently every time light erupted from the tower's summit, while the planet's deep veins groaned under the strain.

"That's the place."

Alvin's gaze settled on the horizon. "It's the 'heart' that keeps this planet in its profane state, draws torrents from the Warp, and supplies energy to hundreds of Daemon Factories!"

"This is a trap." Azrael, Supreme Grand Master of the Dark Angels, had completely recovered from his initial fury at seeing Dragon Forest Star's profane state. Now, as he looked at the tower spewing energy and light, he remained unmoved, like a stone statue. His voice was steady.

"You're right. It's a trap, and a bait." A cold smile tugged at Alvin's lips.

Psyker arcs flickered deep in his eyes. He turned to Azrael beside him. "Angron doesn't have