The swirling dust gradually began to settle.
The shockwave from the impact had long since passed through the bodies of everyone present.
The force of the Living Saint descending like a meteor and crashing into Khârn was gradually fading.
Amid the billowing smoke and golden light, they saw Khârn holding up his axe to block the Living Saint's strike.
Clone Angron had not expected this uninvited guest to kill Khârn outright. As he looked at the Living Saint, he suddenly recalled the information he had seen aboard the Glorious Humanity.
Celestine, the Living Saint.
A formidable woman with wings who could suddenly appear on the battlefield and vanish just as suddenly, raising humanity's morale wherever she appeared.
The Tyran Sector believed Celestine had become a creature of the Warp entirely. Some even privately called her the Emperor's Greater Demon.
But no matter how strange this Warp creature—or the Emperor's Greater Demon—might be, her appearance would inspire even the Tyranids.
Celestine was not in very good condition at the moment.
Angron noticed that she was perhaps only slightly better off than he was. And by slightly better, he meant that her mouth had not been smashed apart, so she could still speak.
Her golden armor was stained with blood. Her once fair, smooth skin and pure white wings were covered in mud and dust. After briefly clashing with Khârn, she immediately retreated, and even that movement seemed sluggish. Clearly, she had already gone through a battle before arriving here.
And it had been a major battle capable of injuring this so-called Living Saint.
After widening the distance between herself and Khârn, Celestine seemed to notice the clone Primarch's gaze. She turned to Angron and gave him a nod.
Then, in that instant, Angron suddenly sensed Celestine's experiences.
He learned that the