The Astartes grew caught up in the slaughter, but a question inevitably arose.
Why had the Drukhari chosen to fight the Crimson Tide in this volcanic crater, somewhere even they could freeze stiff?
Looking around, the defining feature of this place was that it was a deathtrap. The towering volcano rose thousands of metres above the land. Once surrounded, there would be nowhere to escape.
Cowardly perverts like the Drukhari generally did not launch suicidal attacks like the T'au. They treasured their lives; otherwise, they would not raid everywhere for slaves to satisfy their souls' needs.
That only left the warriors more puzzled. What exactly was the enemy trying to do?
Were they waiting for our army to surround this place before detonating the volcano? But this was an extinct volcano.
Several newly promoted Librarians tried to analyse the situation, only to find a tangled mess.
One of the new Librarians specialised in prophecy, but prophecy was usually something that came looking for you. Finding it yourself was difficult.
Above them, almost all the Astartes who had arrived first were locked in bitter fighting, constantly calling for reinforcements.
Each Librarian led ten Primaris warriors up towards the summit, reinforcing it in waves.
The three Soul-Trap Devices Evil Soul had brought soon proved insufficient. They had never expected this Chapter to deploy so many Librarians.
Librarians appeared from every direction!
Evan was still in the middle of the frozen lake, slumped against the wreckage of the Land Speeder and barely able to move. He was not worried about stray shots. The moment any kinetic weapon entered the gravity well's range, it dropped to the ground, and some even detonated under their own crushing weight.
Bored out of his mind, Evan had fully become a commander stuck at spawn, able only to