Anwar Dewin blazed like a sun across the sky. Beneath his radiance, the daemons within the Possessed disintegrated with agonized howls.
The Bloodthirster fixed its bloodshot eyes on the Grey Knight.
Thud!
Its heavy tread shattered the ground and split the deck. Nothing escaped the tremendous shock.
Thud!
Its advance embodied the Blood God, skulls piled high. All things would perish; only war endured.
Thud!
Words meant nothing. The biting axe was the battle cry of Khorne's daemons. For the Brass Throne!
The Bloodthirster smashed through everything in its path. Word Bearer corpses spun through the air alongside the mutilated remains of Wolf Brothers. Its twin axes swayed with its charge, and wind rushed into the hollow hafts, fashioned from the horns of some unknown beast, to produce a hellish echo.
The sacred litanies on Anwar's body ignited without a breath of wind. Flames slowly consumed the holy words, and black smoke stained the Aquila until its wings turned pitch-black. The Grey Knight's original armour emerged beneath them. His psyker power washed over his body like flowing water, gathering the drifting ashes of the litanies into his hand.
The Daemonifuge Sword traced a flourish through the air, then cleaved straight into the centre of that black ball of ash.
The Greater Daemon drew ever closer. The Wolf Brothers bared their fangs, and the machine spirits of every sacred relic present sank into a frenzy.
The Grey Knight remained unhurried. His hand suddenly clenched, gripping both the ball of ash and the sword's guard in his palm.
The blade slid slowly through his grip. A layer of grey coated the Daemonifuge Sword's sacred white blade, so solid and so tightly packed that it covered every prayer engraved upon the sword.
His silver-grey hand remained tightly clenched as he drew the longsword