Legend held that if the six Phoenix Lords gathered together and placed their weapons before a statue of Khaine, they could summon an avatar of Khaine, the God of War.
Yet it was virtually impossible for all six Phoenix Lords to gather in one place.
When an Ark world faced extinction and the Eldar had no choice but to summon an avatar of Khaine against their enemies, someone comparable to a seer had to step forward and sacrifice themselves in exchange for Khaine's descent.
Ahra could not find the other five Phoenix Lords, but he himself was a Phoenix Lord.
He was not a follower of Khaine, yet he possessed an even greater ability to summon Khaine's avatar.
Ahra even knew of a more forbidden method of summoning, one that would call forth a stronger, more controllable Khaine.
"Khaine."
"You god of cowards. You so-called god fated to be ended by mortal beings."
Ahra walked toward Khaine's statue and placed his hand upon its surface.
Beneath the statue's outer shell, fire and blood surged.
The statue itself was a treasure Ahra had collected, and now it would become his tool for securing an inevitable victory.
The Thunder Warriors had already fought their way into the warehouse.
The path remained straight, and the enemies remained numerous. But the space ahead was no longer vast; it consisted of one checkpoint and room after another.
The Thunder Warriors had no idea how to describe or even perceive those rooms. They were not even sure whether those "rooms" qualified as rooms by human standards.
They could only do their best to describe abstract creations shaped by a race with far richer senses.
When the Thunder Warriors inevitably lost some time observing their surroundings, the pursuers arrived as well.
The Blood Reavers came, leading