"Horus, face me!!"
"Today, we settle the score once and for all!"
Leman Russ's piercing roar echoed through the empty interior of the Vengeful Spirit. Neither ceramite, adamantium, nor any other barrier could diminish the Wolf King's psychic bellow.
The Sons of Horus within range of the sound felt as though an unprecedentedly savage beast was bearing down on them. No matter how elite the warriors were, they could not suppress their fear when facing the Wolf King, guarded by his pack.
It was the Primarch's innate suppression of those beneath him. The former Luna Wolves and the Space Wolves, two Legions symbolized by wolves, were now locked in a brutal slaughter.
A continuous series of thunderous boarding impacts rang out. It was the result of every Thunderhawk, Stormbird, boarding torpedo, and assault craft of the Space Wolves Legion risking their lives.
Leman Russ's heart bled. The entire Sixth Legion had already been reduced to half strength, and now they were burning away every last drop of their lifeblood.
No matter the outcome of this battle, the Space Wolves Legion was already on the brink of destruction. No one knew how long it would take for them to regain their former glory.
Russ did not even need to count heads. By listening to the chaotic voices, footsteps, and subtly different battle cries, he already knew which wolf pups had successfully boarded.
The Third, Seventh, and Twelfth Companies had successfully boarded the Vengeful Spirit. They were the lucky ones, granted the honor of fighting to the death alongside Leman Russ.
As for the other wolves, the vast majority had already died in the explosions of the void. Anti-aircraft and anti-vehicle fire could easily obliterate battle-hardened Astartes.
The wolves understood their fate. Though their gene-father had never forced them to die with