The Dark Angels were conducting indiscriminate bombardments of the planet. Civilians and the Astra Militarum stationed there suffered devastating blows. Tactical squads descended to the surface in drop pods, tasked with clearing out survivors amid the ruins and ensuring that no suspicious individual escaped their judgment.
The Deceiver watched as the church he had buried deep underground was torn open by artillery fire, his followers suffering grievous casualties. His anger twisted even his mocking laughter. Since Tzeentch was using the Imperium's power to strike at him, he would use the Imperium's power to strike at Tzeentch as well.
With a flick of his hand, The Deceiver sent a transmission to the Inquisition, directly exposing Carlos's existence to the Grey Knights who were sharpening their blades. The next second, Tzeentch, who had been watching the show in the Warp, received a distress call from Carlos the Fateweaver. "Headmaster! Headmaster, help! The Grey Knights are here! So many Grey Knights! Too many!"
The two masterminds who loved crafting convoluted schemes cursed each other while cleaning up the messes the other had caused...
Aboard an Ecclesiarchy warship, Roka suddenly shuddered. Just now, he had felt something terrifying fix its gaze upon him, prepared to leave him without even a burial place. He knelt before a statue of The Emperor and quietly awaited the attack, only to find that nothing happened. Perhaps the Headmaster had resolved everything for him.
"Bishop Roka!" Mawen, the Canoness of the Order of the Bloody Rose, entered the room. She saluted Roka and said, "They wish to see you."
Roka took a deep breath. After offering a prayer to The Emperor, he rose and followed Canoness Mawen out of the room. At the entrance to a grand hall, Mawen stopped. Her eyes shone with boundless devout fervor as she