The deathly silent void was torn apart by clamorous death and hunger.
Pandora stood atop the Void Dragon's mountain-like spine, her big eyes gleaming with excitement like a child who had found the most novel toy.
Ahead lay a silent yet incomparably brutal bloodbath.
One side consisted of cold, silent Necron constructs.
Enormous tomb ships, like exquisitely carved gravestones, continuously spat devastating ghostly green beams from countless Gauss arrays and particle lances, precisely vaporizing approaching biomass.
Countless tomb guards and Destroyers formed airtight defensive lines. Their movements were precise, efficient, and fearless as they used phase blades and arcs of electricity to slice charging Tyranid units apart and burn them into charred husks.
The other side was a berserk, endless tide of living flesh.
The Tyranid biofleet blanketed vast stretches of space like cancerous tissue, while all manner of twisted, grotesque behemoths spewed spores, acid, and deadly bio-cannon fire.
Countless spore pods and landing capsules rained down upon the lone tomb world, bursting across its surface and releasing wave after wave of gaunts, termagants, warriors, and even larger organisms.
With claws and fangs, acid, and sheer numbers, they frantically battered this solitary Necron tomb defense line.
The battle was exceptionally fierce.
Necron technology inflicted terrifying losses upon Tyranids lacking sufficient biomass replenishment. Every second, tens of thousands of Tyranid units were utterly annihilated.
Ordinarily, slaughter on such an efficient scale would have been enough to make any Tyranid fleet weigh the costs and retreat for the time being.
But the swarm before them was completely different.
They seemed utterly crazed, paying no heed to losses as they relentlessly used corpses and acidic blood to scour the Necron defenses.
That hysterical assault was less like a hunt and more like a... charge at any cost, as though something within the tomb