How many people had died on Mars?
Long ago, humanity had sacrificed countless lives to develop Mars into a world fit for human habitation. During the Age of Strife, Warp storms cut off all transport to Mars, its atmospheric shield gradually collapsed, and the desolation of old returned to the land. What struggles had the humans there endured as they fought over the last remaining shelters and technological facilities?
Too many wars, too many deaths. The Dark Emperor held them all in his grasp, forging them into several long whips that struck terror into the living. The barbs upon them were formed from countless withered hands that hated the living. The moment someone touched them, those hands would seize them tightly and turn them into part of the whip.
The Dark Emperor delivered punishment upon the Void Dragon, and the long whip lashed fiercely against the Void Dragon's conceptual body.
Boom!
The Void Dragon was severely wounded. The entanglement of life and death left him unable to focus, and he could no longer control the cannons charging within the ark's core.
"Damn it!"
The Void Dragon's howl only drew more attacks from the Dark Emperor. The whip lashed across the Void Dragon again and again, its tip snapping back over his head at precisely the right moment, perfectly unleashing every ounce of the whip's power.
The final lash split the Void Dragon in two and carved a massive trench into the surface of Mars, large enough to bury warships.
Mars, once deafening with the roar of battle, was now utterly silent. The Titan Legions on both sides stared blankly at the darkness upon Terra, helplessness and despair growing in their hearts. Even the Abominable Intelligences wandering the Martian wilderness sensed that something was wrong. They fled into the storms raised