The pitch-black night sky shrouded the tribe of the Eagle Nations' High Chieftain.
When lightning exploded across the night sky, the entire tribe and the mountains surrounding it were illuminated for an instant. Only afterward did the rumble of thunder slowly reach the ears of those on the ground.
Many tribespeople emerged from their dwellings, which looked like fur tents yet remained unmoved even in tornadoes and sandstorms. They gazed up at the unnatural lightning in the sky and listened to its thunderous roar.
As more and more people came out, the High Chieftain was drawn by the crowd's cries of alarm. He draped himself in his coat and joined his people, standing among them as he looked up at the lightning overhead.
This lightning was deeply unnatural, appearing abruptly in the night sky.
It was a sight the tribespeople had not seen in a long time.
Only the tribe's shamans knew where this lightning came from. It was not a natural phenomenon. The Psychic Power fluctuations filling it revealed that it had appeared solely because of the will of a powerful Psyker.
As everyone stood stunned, another bolt of lightning descended from the heavens and struck the plains far beyond the tribe.
The surging electric light illuminated the night sky, and those in the tribe whose attention had been drawn by the thunderclap saw a towering figure appear on the plains.
Another bolt struck closer to the tribe, and amid the flash, the towering figure appeared once more.
"Enemy attack!"
Recovering from their shock, the tribespeople roared and rushed back into their dwellings, retrieving weapons scavenged from the ancient ruins of humanity.
The tribespeople formed ranks according to custom and gathered together.
The Eagle Nations' chieftain stood before the line formed by his tribespeople. Ignoring the concerned cries of