"The traitor Primarch has entered the warship! All personnel, prepare for battle!"
Shrill Alarms rang throughout the Superstar, their piercing wails echoing through every corridor and compartment, instantly turning the orderly warship into a seething hive.
Red warning lights flashed wildly overhead, bathing the entire space in a blood-red glow that set hearts pounding.
The broadcast system repeated the battle alarm over and over, interspersed with officers' urgent commands.
The ten thousand Space Marines and millions of Imperialis Militia standing by aboard the Superstar began to deploy.
The Space Marines sprang up the instant they heard the alarm, grabbed their weapons, and rushed toward their designated rally points.
They were the elite of the Word Bearers, veterans of countless battles who could remain calm even in the worst circumstances.
Although the Imperialis Militia did not move as quickly as the Space Marines, they did not back down either. They might have been afraid, but they understood their duty even better.
Every one of them knew that they were not facing an ordinary enemy.
Not xenos, not a heretic, but a demigod, a Primarch, a terrifying being whose strength and speed far exceeded their comprehension.
They knew they would not leave this battle alive.
Yet they still chose to face Corax without hesitation.
Because they were the Sons of Colchis, because they were Lorgar's children, because their faith would not permit them to retreat before an enemy.
On the sector A deck, Corax met the main force of the Word Bearers head-on.
This deck was one of the largest open spaces aboard the Superstar. Originally used to store and repair heavy equipment, it had now been hastily converted into a battlefield.
The vast deck was several kilometres long and hundreds of metres wide, with enough clearance for Titan-class war machines to