After listening to the others' accounts, Seraph had no choice but to accept this fact.
Yes.
They were right.
This was an outcome that could not be changed.
Even Cisrain felt despair over the Imperium's current state.
Everything within the Imperium now was merely the result of taking things one step at a time. No matter who led the Imperium, it made no difference at all.
He also understood why they had brought him back to the Imperium.
If he did not return now, the Imperium would only destroy itself in the end through its endless internal contradictions.
His arrival could delay the destruction of this world.
For the Imperium, that counted as a good thing.
"Let's go down first."
Seraph gave the order. Their descent might bring a sliver of hope to this world.
Even if that hope did not seem particularly great to them.
Still, in their eyes,
this was something that had to be done.
In the Kerst planetary system,
the Black Legion marauders led by Renster were sailing toward this mysterious planet.
On this planet, countless Chaos marauders sought to capture the colossal beasts living there and corrupt them into weapons of Chaos for attacking other planetary worlds. Of course, the main reason was that they could not afford the Daemon Engines in Vashtorr's hands, so they could only obtain them this way. The most common creatures on these planets were the ant-cattle raised by the Imperium. These powerful creatures fed on metal, and their immense bite force could easily bite through a Space Marine clad in Power Armor.
"Lord Renster, this place is very strange!"
"There aren't any large numbers of Slaanesh daemon warships in sight. Could something be wrong?"
"Our propulsion engines have failed, my lord."
"Failed?" A trace of displeasure appeared on Renster's