As the ground forces struggled toward the Skull Fortress, a twisted spatial rift silently appeared atop a hill to their left.
The spatial rift looked like a transparent line appearing in empty space.
Then, a streak of blue emerged from the transparent line.
"Destroy this anchor point."
"That is not an anchor point, and we should not help those people!"
Contradictory words.
Two heads.
The Staff of Tomorrow, the Book of Fate.
The newcomer was clearly Carlos, the Weaver of Fates, Tzeentch's foremost Greater Demon, the Changer of Ways.
Carlos concealed his body through a special method and kept some distance from those moving Blackstone Obelisks, so it had not been discovered.
As its two heads engaged in a battle of words, Carlos waved the Staff of Tomorrow.
A grand Tzeentchian spell was brewing.
If the spell was completed, Carlos could directly draw upon Tzeentch's own power and tear open a breach in the Skull Fortress's front wall.
And that was not all. Carlos even intended to use a teleportation spell to enter the fortress directly and destroy the Void Shield.
For Tzeentch, the Lord of Change himself, had given this order: make the Blood God fail anywhere and everywhere.
But as Carlos prepared its spell, it suddenly saw a flash of red light erupt from the wall.
Both avian heads narrowed their eyes at the scene ahead.
Then they looked up at the sky.
What finally appeared before Carlos's eyes was a Bloodthirster drawing ever closer.
Boom—
The deafening roar reached the ears of every person, every Astartes, and every Thunder Warrior in the ground forces. Everyone instinctively turned toward its source.
On a hill to the left of the formation, towering dust had yet to settle. It clearly had not been caused by an artillery shell, for there