When some troublesome little girl casually killed a female daemon who seemed to have quite a reputation, and the Marines in their CMC Powered Combat Suits carefully searched and explored the basement beneath the building where she had killed the daemon, they found themselves at a loss before the corpses of the high-ranking daemons and had no choice but to report back to their superiors. Meanwhile, inside the Command Center at the mining base, the base's highest-ranking officers—including its commander, Darius—as well as a group of senior officers, commanders, and staff officers, were urgently assembled in a large conference room on one of the floors.
Soon!
After Darius laid out the startling and troublesome information he had obtained from the captured twisted Psyker, all the senior officers and staff present cried out in alarm and began discussing it at once:
"!!"
"What?"
"Three—three months?"
"You've got to be kidding!"
"They want to reclaim all of Canopy Star within three months, or else every survivor on the planet will be twisted and corrupted?"
"That's impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"That's right!"
"Three months? That's far too rushed..."
"I think it's too reckless, too. We should play it safe. Things are going so well right now. Can't we just advance steadily?"
"I don't mind a steady advance, but what if what the commander just said is true?"
"Can the red fog really corrupt humans? Do we really have only three months left?"
"Well!"
"Can something like that really happen?"
"We have to rescue the refugees, destroy the Warp Daemons, and eliminate the source of the red fog within three months, or everyone still alive in the fog will turn into one of those twisted monsters?"
"Ha!"
"Well, there goes the plan. We have to change everything again."
"Changing the plan is the least of