Whoosh!
A blinding flash that seemed capable of piercing the soul streaked past like lightning, as though it would tear the entire void apart.
More than four hundred Astartes Space Marines from the Flesh Tearers Chapter appeared, silently yet abruptly, within the imposing flagship of the Star Navy Fleet—the Emperor-class Battleship—as if drawn there by some mysterious force.
Clad in heavy, ornate power armor, every step they took seemed to send faint tremors through the deck, their invisible aura instantly filling what had once been a silent space.
As the blue psychic radiance gradually receded like a tide, a dull bang rang out like a hammer striking everyone's heartstrings. Something heavy slammed viciously onto the floor, the sound echoing through the empty ship compartment for a long time.
Gabriel instinctively looked toward the sound and saw Ivar, the Librarian who was normally calm and powerful, lying heavily on the floor without a trace of life.
"Ivar."
Gabriel's heart clenched as intense grief and rage surged within him.
He rushed toward the fallen Ivar at top speed, as though the wind carried his feet. Gripping Ivar's body tightly, he carefully removed Ivar's distinctive silver-white skull-shaped power helmet.
The sight before him nearly stopped his heart. Ivar's head had long since become a blurred cloud of blood mist, red fluid slowly flowing out as though recounting the sudden disaster.
Clearly, teleporting so many Space Marines at once had far exceeded the limits of even Ivar, a Librarian with immense psychic power. The violent psychic backlash had been like a merciless blade, instantly shattering his skull and freezing his life at this very moment forever.
"Lord Ivar."
The other Space Marines showed fear and grief at the sight. They stopped what they were doing and vigilantly watched their surroundings, fearing that some unknown