Astartes' Peak Showdown

"There was a particular scent about those Eldar."

"The scent of arrogance."

"Why did they have to fight alongside these xenos? Even relying on our own strength, they would have been enough to punch through the traitors' defenses."

The Raven Prince's figure flickered across the complex battlefield, with the Atramentar following at his side. The First Captain of the Night Lords, who had returned to the Imperium, disdainfully complained about the Eldar aspect warriors appearing on the battlefield.

"This was the Imperium's decision. Lord Dorn had already announced that humanity and the Eldar had formed a united front against Chaos. They are our allies now."

"The Lord of Mankind personally signed the pact and bore witness to it all with his sacred blood."

"Just obey orders. There is no need to think so much."

The calm voice of the Black Knight Sigismund sounded in Sevatar's tactical helm, mixed with the crisp sounds of blades cutting through flesh and bone, and the wonderful noise of blood spraying through the air.

"You really are as boring as ever."

Sevatar shrugged helplessly. The chain-glaive in his hand thrust backward as if it had foreseen the attack, and its roaring teeth instantly tore apart the head of a World Eater attempting to ambush him, leaving behind a headless corpse that was still running.

Sevatar was not only a powerful warrior whose close-combat prowess rivaled Sigismund's; his psychic power was also far beyond the reach of ordinary Librarians.

However, having inherited Curze's incredible gift of prophecy as well, Sevatar disliked using his psychic abilities. Doing so would only drag him deeper into prophetic visions until he could no longer escape them.

The Raven Prince and the Black Knight, these two old rivals, were now fighting side by side along the Solar System's outer defenses. But