"Damn it, they still got away! Those shameful traitors and damned daemons!"
Marius Gage let out a furious breath. With the Warp now in turmoil, there was no way to continue the pursuit. The waves stirred up by the psychic void mines and the violently raging Warp storms were enough to destroy any pursuers.
"Return to low orbit. We have won this war. The main forces of the World Eaters and Word Bearers have been destroyed, and the crisis in the Five Hundred Worlds has been lifted."
Macragge's Honour slowly turned and headed for low orbit over Amatara.
The battle planet remained at a safe gravitational distance, settling into a suitable orbit. Getting too close to a natural celestial body would cause gravity to tear both apart.
"Lorgar escaped. I knew he would not be captured so easily." Guilliman received Marius Gage's report but was not particularly surprised. The Word Bearers' warship had vanished into the Warp Sea.
"As long as he remains within the Five Hundred Worlds, there will still be a chance to catch him. Besides, the rebel Warmaster and his forces are surrounding Terra. What you should do now is reinforce the Throne World," Lox said.
Guilliman nodded in agreement with Lox. The starship descended directly to Amatara's surface. He intended to personally meet Ophio, the greatest war hero of the Five Hundred Worlds.
When he set foot on Amatara, the land of death, bombarded by countless shells and nuclear weapons, still radiated lingering heat. The air was thick with the sharp scent of rust and the stench of radioactive matter.
"This is more like hell on earth than Calth." Guilliman looked out across the ruins. That once-prosperous world was dead. Mountains had been flattened, and the tallest things visible were the fallen Titan engines.
Those immense