The energy tides surging at the edge of the Great Rift gradually subsided. Without the support of the Chaos gods' will, the remaining daemons were swiftly reduced to ashes beneath the holy flames of the Angel Legion and the bombardment of the Imperial Navy.
The battlefield settled into a blood-tinged silence.
Kesha sat upon her throne, her golden eyes reflecting the gradually stabilizing barrier of reality.
Lan gently released his taut bowstring. The invisible arrow dissipated from his fingertips as his sharp gaze swept across the void, confirming that the threat of the Chaos god had vanished.
Kieran floated in the void, the enormous phantom clock above his head slowly fading away along with the halo of temporal gears.
He adjusted his glasses, his expression calm, as though nothing had happened.
"Headmaster Kieran." Kesha's cool voice broke the silence, carrying a hint of scrutiny. "Your 'time tricks' are as impressive as ever." She glanced toward where Khorne's projection had vanished, her tone betraying neither praise nor criticism.
Kieran smiled gently, as though speaking to an old friend. "Queen Kesha, you flatter me." After a pause, he added, "It was merely my duty."
Kesha's golden eyes turned toward Kieran, carrying a trace of inquiry. "Duty? As I recall, the Headmaster's responsibilities do not often extend to such... chaotic battlefields. You came here in person. Do you have some special mission?"
The smile on Kieran's face remained unchanged, but his gaze behind the lenses deepened slightly. "Of course. I came under a direct order from the Supreme Wisdom."
He raised a hand and pointed toward the distant star system ravaged by war, where the forces of the Imperium and Chaos were interlocked like fangs, and toward the blue planet within it—the direction of Holy Terra.
"The order requires me to establish an