The howling daemon was sent flying and slammed into the crystalline floor, its dozen or so appendages twitching spasmodically as it let out inhuman screams.
It struggled to rise, its appendages writhing frantically beneath it, but a metal-shod hoof had already risen high. It came crashing down, crushing its head to pulp.
The enormous Chogorian warhorse gave an impatient neigh. On its back, the braided giant sat unmoving.
Jaghatai Khan frowned deeply as he gazed into the depths of the Webway. The howls of daemons rolled over him like waves, one after another, without end.
Ever since Horus's rebellion, he had wandered this twisted labyrinth, with solitude his only constant.
He took out his flask and swallowed a long draught. The liquor burned, but it was nowhere near as strong as the spirits brewed by the war-wolves of Fenris.
Spirits that could set the blood on fire-now those were a proper drink. He had tried the Orks' Mushroom Beer and sampled the Aeldari's "sweet little drinks," but they all lacked something.
They lacked that flavor that made a man forget everything and left only a fierce, soaring spirit.
In the brief moment his thoughts wandered, fresh howls had drawn close, shrill and urgent.
The destruction of Commorragh had opened Pandora's box. Now the entire Webway had become a hunting ground for daemons.
Lately, Jaghatai had seen far too many wrecked Aeldari ships, their hulls torn apart and their interiors stripped bare. Even the Spirit Stones that held their souls had not been spared. Those poor souls had never expected the safe haven of the Webway to become a bloody slaughterhouse.
"I can't stay here much longer either..." Jaghatai murmured, a trace of regret in his voice.
He had rather liked this place. There were always curious new creations to discover