Terrifying power swept across the entire battlefield as a savage whirlwind of ice rose around it. Aeldari and Necron forces were pulverized alike. Any enemy that dared continue teleporting onto the battlefield was shredded into metal fragments the instant it arrived, then swept into the world-ending gale.
The Sword of Gleikvhand in the great hero's hands unleashed astonishing power.
Even the Aeldari were startled. Their commander had never imagined anything like this would happen.
The Necrons arrived with an Overlord-grade weapon. Before they could charge it and squeeze out its "energy," the mighty Aeldari flew straight at them with the relic sword.
The entire weapon froze solid, immobilizing the enemy. The Aeldari's devastating weapon arrived next, its attack blazing with psyker glow as it struck the frozen enemy squarely. The whole world fell silent for a moment, then every enemy installation shattered into fragments of all sizes.
The war was over. The Aeldari had defeated their mighty enemy and sealed the spoils within this section of the Webway, blocked at both ends. The Aeldari warrior had fallen, but the Sword of Gleikvhand remained. The Aeldari used it to reinforce the Webway's seals and made this place a shrine to their ancestors.
The grand film ended, but Garcia did not leave that gloomy space. Time seemed not to exist here, and he had no idea how long he had stayed.
Darkness enveloped him, bringing a nameless fear. Garcia still could not imagine how one person with one sword could unleash such world-shattering power.
Cold crept toward Garcia. He had not felt such bone-piercing cold in a very, very long time, not even when he came to this frozen world and pressed his face against the ice.
This cold reached deep into his soul, as though it could freeze his projection in