"BOOM!!!!!!"
A blinding beam of utterly pure, searing white light plunged from the pitch-black depths of space like a thunderbolt hurled by a deity, punching straight through the Planetary Shield surrounding the primary planet of the Forge World Kiavahr—a shield woven from complex force fields and energy matrices, strong enough to withstand a conventional Fleet's full broadside!
The shield rippled violently and warped the instant the Lance struck, then shattered like glass beneath a sledgehammer, scattering energy fragments across space and blooming into a brief, tragically beautiful halo of death in geosynchronous orbit.
Before the hum of the shattered shield had fully faded through the thin atmosphere, an even denser, more violent rain of death followed.
The terrifying firepower of three Legions' main Fleets crashed down upon Kiavahr's exposed surface like the precise, merciless hammer of a colossal god.
Countless Lances of varying thickness, Macro-cannon shells, plasma projectiles, and devastating Virus Bombs wove a net of destruction without a single gap, instantly engulfing every marked Anti-Aircraft Emplacements, Orbital Defense Array, Energy Node, and any ground structure that resembled a military installation or posed a threat.
The explosions merged into an unbroken blaze. Seen from orbit, the planet's surface seemed suddenly afflicted with dense, malignant crimson blisters. Smoke and flames surged skyward, staining the already dim industrial skies a filthy dark red.
"In the names of the Primarchs Lorgar, Angron, and Curze!"
"The Word Bearers! The War Hounds! The Night Lords! The three great Legions have descended upon this world!"
The cold proclamation, magnified through loudspeakers, echoed through hijacked Communications Channels and broadcasts, reaching every functioning receiver and terrified soul on Kiavahr like a final death knell.
"All unarmed personnel! Cease resistance immediately and leave military zones and major thoroughfares! Put your hands on your heads and crouch where you stand!"