In the Eye of Terror, there was an unwritten rule.
As long as a battle grew big enough, more and more factions would join the fighting.
When the Dark Mechanicum's Titan Legion appeared and the Orks built Gargants, Vashtorr naturally turned his gaze toward the battlefield, while Khorne's lust for war drove the Blood Army surging toward it.
The Dark Mechanicum's calls for aid naturally drew in some of the traitors who regularly bought equipment from them. Once a few powerful, well-known figures arrived, the loyalists who had sworn to hunt them for eternity followed.
When Evan looked up at the sky, he saw a true free-for-all.
Warships from countless factions fired on one another, while the reinforcements summoned by the Dark Mechanicum fought a vicious battle with the Imperium's Expeditionary Force returning to Cadia.
Truly, a gathering of the finest, with every worthy soul in attendance.
Evan was indescribably excited. After all these days, he had finally found living people!
He carefully picked through the ships, searching for an Imperial warship-and specifically one whose Void Shields had overloaded.
"Hey, get me a boss who can teleport people with psyker power."
The moment he spoke, a Weirdboss tore open a warp rift and jumped through.
Whether it was foresight at work or the high concentration of warp energy in the area making teleportation easy, the Ork arrived beside him as his last syllable faded.
"Teleport me into that Battle Barge up there, the one with an Aquila for a ram. That blue thing without Void Shields."
He sounded a little hesitant. He could clearly see that enormous thing overhead, but this Ork... didn't even have eyes. Could it manage?
"I'll get ya where ya need to go." This Ork was remarkably calm, completely unlike the others.
"Then let's..."
Psyker power