The Omegon drifted in the Savage Star Region, lethal radiation surrounding it.
Taking this warship proved unexpectedly difficult. The Chief Librarian waited a long time in the Land of Sealing, yet no warriors fought their way to him.
The Alpha Legion resisted with extraordinary determination, producing one mysterious weapon after another. The Nightveil had been a decoy. All its supplies had been moved aboard the Omegon, which housed a staggering variety of relics.
They hid in narrow passages that Adamantium Armor could not fit through, waiting for opportunities to assassinate their enemies.
Some chose mutual destruction, preferring to take their opponents down in violent explosions alongside themselves and their relics rather than surrender.
Some were silent hunters, crouching between cramped corridors and shabby walls, carrying the means for a single lethal strike, intent only on trading their lives for another.
Some whispered orders and shouted commands, coordinating from the center, concentrating their numbers against smaller forces and maneuvering between the many warbands.
Wizards sacrificed their lives; Chaplains died for their cause.
Every Alpha Legion traitor was a Wallfacer. They did only what they believed was right, unwavering to the end.
As Omegon put it, they always took the long view. Those who wanted to leave had never stayed aboard the Gloriana-class Battleship. They had simply chosen an unremarkable warship and sought their opportunities amid the chaos of the naval battle. Everyone who remained was firmly committed to defending the flagship to the death.
Casualties among the Adamantium Warriors were unexpectedly high.
The enormous crater created by a Void-class Bomb took an entire squad of warriors with it.
Precious Grav-guns inherited from the Age of Strife restricted the Adamantium Warriors' movements, while Volkite Guns fired at their Tactical Visors.
Potent Psychic Acid was splashed over the warriors as though it cost