On ancient Terra, a poet once said: Some people are alive, yet they are already dead; some people are dead, yet they still live.
But in the dark universe of today—or rather, for Lin Fan and the others, now surrounded by countless bound souls—the words could be changed a little.
Some people are alive, yet they have already betrayed; some people are dead, yet they remain loyal.
Under Lin Fan and the others' watchful eyes, the souls of the Imperium's soldiers rushing toward them stopped one after another. Instead, they turned their heads toward the Ork souls appearing to the side.
After several seconds of silence, these souls bound by Warp energy made their choice.
Just as they had when they were alive, they charged at the Orks without hesitation.
Spectral Astra Militarum soldiers, spectral sailors, from fleet commanders to ship servants, all surged toward the Orks. Their mouths were wide open, yet not a sound emerged. Still, from those silently moving lips, one could vaguely make out those familiar words: "For the Emperor."
Lin Fan lowered his gun. The Sisters and the other soldiers lowered theirs as well. Before this scene of unspeakable loyalty, tens of thousands of human souls and Ork souls met in the empty space, then slaughtered one another.
Some Sisters silently dropped to one knee, offering these loyal souls their final respects.
"We should go." Canoness Gevisiting spoke quietly, turning toward the direction indicated by the sacred icon.
Awakened by her voice, Lin Fan followed behind her. Only his occasional backward glances betrayed the shock in his heart.
Their progress afterward was remarkably smooth. Gevisiting, Lin Fan, and the others encountered no more wandering souls, as though they had all gone to join that ancient war that should have been theirs.
"Do you recognize this