Yilafren watched the control room be swallowed by the void, watched Old Ironhead and that Grotesque vanish into nothingness together. Her cheeks felt wet. Thinking her eyes were bleeding, she casually wiped them, only to find black tears.
I cried? For an Ork beast?
You shouldn't have, Yilafren. You shouldn't be like this... It'll only burn through the brief lifespan of your cloned body faster. Because you don't fit this place's rules, you'll be eaten...
But this inexplicable heartache was unbearable...
After taking several harsh, deep breaths, Yilafren still felt a suffocating pressure in her chest, until she felt a large hand on her shoulder.
She turned to look at Khan, wiping her face so she would not seem so disheveled. "What is it, big idiot...?"
"Nothing... See that flesh balloon? There's definitely a Haemonculus on it. Let's kill him."
"Okay..." Yilafren guided the Voidraven toward the flesh balloon. As the Void Lances fired in unison, she also lifted the weapons restrictions on every missile mounted on the craft.
The Monoscythe Missiles that had previously severed the heads from an entire media spire, the Shatterfield Missiles with their dual detonations, and the Implosion Missiles that could make enemies collapse from within were all launched.
The flesh balloon writhed into a massive wall of meat, blocking the incoming missiles, but Yilafren would not let it stop her attack so easily.
Using the Void Lances to clear a path for the missiles, these world-destroying Aeldari weapons plunged straight into the main body of the flesh balloon.
The Shatterfield Missiles drew all the heat from the flesh balloon, turning the meat sphere rigid and brittle. The second explosion shattered every frozen section.
The Implosion Missiles caused the meat sphere to erupt violently from within, like gunpowder igniting inside an airtight stone ball. Flames