(New Year event: 10,000 words every day~~5,000 updated at noon and 5,000 at six in the evening.)
The deaths of vast numbers of Chaos cultists weakened the warp's hold. The barriers of reality were returning, and great quantities of Chaos energy either dissipated or condensed into objects capable of containing it.
Those blasphemous paintings, for instance, might someday become Chaos vessels concealing daemons. Among those gold coins, perhaps the one a Chaos cultist had caressed most often would harbor a fleeing Slaaneshi daemon.
The Chapter had no time to deal with those things now.
The Astartes boarded their warships and set off for the next world.
Only when reality had stabilized and the Astartes returned would they begin dealing with those objects.
The warships left at tremendous speed, intending to return once reality had fully repaired itself.
The warp's light remained as lurid as ever, but morale had recovered throughout the Imperium.
We can see the Emperor's Astronomican!
With the Emperor guiding us through the warp, we fear nothing!
The Crimson Tide's warships also accelerated considerably. No longer forced to creep along and repeatedly verify their Psyker Beacons, they switched to rapid assault operations.
They emerged in another star system. The human colony here had completely transformed into a lantern.
I mean the planet had become a lantern.
The magma inside remained a brilliant red, radiating searing light. Even from space, they could see churning "waves" flinging out golden material.
The outer crust had completely separated from the magma, becoming a transparent shell covered in enormous golden cracks. They spread across the entire planet and looked beautiful.
Yet every fissure was the burial ground of countless living creatures. When the warp storm arrived, all life had suffered burns on the warp level. With the Reality Barrier weakened, no creature had