Talon's sky was blotted out by an immense Aeldari Craftworld.
The Craftworld resembled a gigantic city built from crystal and bone, hovering thousands of meters above the ground, its outline appearing and disappearing among the clouds.
Its surface was covered in countless exquisite carvings and patterns, each a work of art, shimmering in the sunlight with a flowing, rainbow-like sheen.
Countless beams of energy streamed from its underside toward the ground.
Whenever a beam touched down, a thousand fully armed Aeldari warriors materialized in an instant. Clad in streamlined, bone-white armour and carrying elegant yet deadly weapons, they immediately spread into battle formations and charged the Sons of Horus Legion's Defense Line.
Countless Aeldari troops descended to the surface like a cascading torrent of colour, rapidly spreading across Taal's green fields and rolling hills.
Their movements were light and swift, like Aeldari flitting through the woods. They darted nimbly through shellfire and explosions, reaping the lives of the Imperium's defenders with their precise, lethal weapons.
Brutus stood at a makeshift command post, a Bolter in his hands, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the battlefield as he rapidly assessed the situation.
His Power Armour was already covered in dust and blood, with deep gouges left by Aeldari weapons exposing the dull metal beneath.
"Get the mortals into the underground bunkers! Then pour artillery fire into sector A63 of Crescent Province! That's where the Aeldari landings are most concentrated. We have to scatter them before they gain a foothold!"
Brutus's orders were swiftly relayed through the communications network.
In the distance, the Imperialis Militia soldiers fighting along the surface Defense Line began an orderly withdrawal toward the underground bunker entrances, while the artillery positions to the rear adjusted their guns to bear on sector A63.
"Look out!!!"
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