The Emperor's power truly could not penetrate that strange banner to support the Lord Regent.
The flames of the Emperor's Sword had gone out, and Alpharius could no longer sense the Master of Mankind's presence.
But one must not forget that Alpharius's assassination strike had nearly pierced his heart. Even though it had missed his vital organs and struck his shoulder, holy flames still burned upon the wound.
Angel DeWyn knelt before the mist, his figure looking smaller than ever before it, his head bowed even lower.
The blazing flames shone faintly through the membrane of light and the mist so thick that one could not see a hand before one's face.
Light flashed through the mist and vanished. A fierce gleam burst from the Grey Knight's eyes. This is the path of destiny. Loyal warriors, follow me!
Anwar roared. To the others, it sounded like a dragon's cry or a tiger's bellow. That single shout cleared a great swath of mist, opening a cylindrical passage through the dense, waterlike fog.
Clouds churned along the passage walls. Like a ship adrift in the Warp, beyond its Gellar Field, countless daemons and malevolent entities watched the delicious feast within.
The Grey Knight's strike lifted their spirits. The thick mist that had resisted the Rune Priest's blizzard for so long had been pierced by a single blow from Anwar, and the Wolf Brother could hardly wait to charge inside.
The Blood Raven reached out and caught the one-armed wolf, nearly getting dragged along himself. Fortunately, the Wolf Brother was gravely wounded and physically weakened, so the Blood Raven's desperate bear hug stopped him.
"Wait, brother. That's mist beneath us, not solid ground."
That was how the Blood Ravens fought. They preferred probing, gathering information, and analyzing it. A stretch of solid ground