The golden streak of light that Holy Kesha had become did not linger on the battlefield. The phantom of the Silverwing Arbiter slowly faded behind her, as though it had never appeared.
She merely cast a calm glance at the Gargantuan Junk wreckage zone below, which had fallen into slight disorder after Salaka's head vanished, then turned her gaze toward the bridge of the Indomitable Truth and gave a slight nod.
A thought clearly entered Luke and Lion's minds:
"The threat has been eliminated. The rest are nothing to fear. The Great Rift requires my presence. I leave this place to you."
Before her words had even faded, the golden figure became a faint glimmer and vanished from where she stood, as if merging with space itself.
She had come like thunder and departed like a gentle breeze, leaving behind only the massive wreckage on the battlefield and an indelible shock in the hearts of countless Imperium soldiers.
With Skullcrusher Salaka's complete demise, the boiling, oppressive WAAAGH! field that had seemed almost tangible on the battlefield appeared to have been pierced by a massive hole, visibly beginning to weaken.
The most obvious changes occurred among the frenzied Ork Boyz—they had visibly shrunk by a full size, their once-bulging muscles seeming to wither somewhat. The savage light in their eyes, which had burned with utter disregard for life and death, also dimmed, replaced by instinctive confusion.
"Detected a significant drop in Ork group energy levels! Average biological readings have declined by approximately 25%! Attack strength and coordination have been greatly reduced!" The voice over the comms was filled with incredulous delight.
On the star chart, the green points representing the Ork fleet remained densely packed, but their movement patterns had clearly become chaotic and disordered, while their attacks had lost their