The Custodian hid every expression beneath his black robe. Only the dim glow of the Fire of Cutting and the burning corpses of the Incubi gave the robe an obsidian sheen.
A longsword had been fitted to the handle of the Fire of Cutting. Evan had no idea where he had even found it.
"I had several backup plans ready for dealing with him," Evan murmured.
Victor did not spare him a glance before darting away. More Drukhari poured into this realm.
If the enemy wanted to trade attacks on each other's bases, they would give them a proper game.
The Drukhari had virtually no assassins available. Aboard the Light of the People, even the best dimensional jumps could only carry them a few meters. Every assassin who tried to jump farther was crushed flat by dimensional space and reduced to fragments in the dimensional turbulence.
An Ur-Ghul scurried through the outer sections of the warship. One of the Archons' favorite pets, its skin was as hard as iron, and its powerful jaws could bite straight through a Terminator.
The Archon of the Kabal of the Chilling Moonlight led a squad behind the Ur-Ghul, fighting their way deeper into the ship.
The ship's defensive turrets were no pushovers. Powerful laser defense platforms had already destroyed more than half his squad. These weapons had originally been installed to guard against the various races within the Secret Cult.
On the principle that even the strongest alliances collapsed from within, the Secret Cult's warships were built by multiple races, with specialized weapons once used against one another mounted aboard them. Any race attempting to seize complete control of the vessel would face terrifying attacks tailored specifically to them.
The Drukhari suffered heavy casualties from small pulses designed specifically to counter psychic races. These