The Warp rift designated "A-006" by the base lay at the planet's northernmost pole. It was a grotesque structure piled together from massive blocks of ice, stone, and human bones, its outer walls coated in a thick layer of dark-red ice and snow that looked like frozen blood.
Here, the frigid winds howled. Above the temple's dome, the sky was shrouded in unnatural purple lightning that coiled and churned overhead. The purple bolts struck the dome without pause, and the ominous, eerie aura permeating the area could be felt from miles away.
As this was the polar region, there was not a soul to be found for hundreds or even thousands of miles around. The utterly vile environment, the howling winds, and the ice and snow kept the Chaos Gods' followers, the twisted and corrupted natives, and any other monsters from approaching this place.
Yet tonight, more than a hundred Ork players braved the wind and snow, crossing the ice field beneath the cover of darkness and the blizzard as they steadily approached that massive, grotesque structure.
Though the blizzard here was fierce and bitterly cold, with temperatures reaching at least minus one hundred degrees, they all wore CMC Power Armor with triple-protection capabilities. It could even withstand the vacuum of space, so such low temperatures did not concern the players in the slightest.
That's right!
They were elites drawn from various war guilds. Most of them were veteran players from the first beta, and not a single one was below level fifty.
As for their destination, that went without saying.
After walking for some time, seeing that the target was still some distance away and that no Demons or other Chaos monsters had appeared nearby, Watch Your Left and Right Hands, the scout vanguard