"How beautiful."
Sage Dorkerson offered his praise.
The Dawn Army's defensive formation ahead had become a sea of flames. Only those quick enough to flee had escaped the Titan's strike.
Deep within Sage Dorkerson's heart, even in this remote corner of the world, the Omnissiah's sacred, glorious light could still pierce every obstacle and instantly illuminate his soul. To him, this experience was not merely a spiritual shock, but an awakening in the depths of his faith.
He could almost hear those distant, solemn footsteps. Each step fell upon solid earth, yet also sent ripples across the lake of his heart.
Those footsteps, brief and heavy though they were, carried the Omnissiah's boundless power. Each footfall was the highest praise of all things in existence. For Sage Dorkerson, this was not merely something he heard, but a resonance within his soul. Every tremor forged a profound connection with the faith deep within him.
Yet Sage Dorkerson no longer quite agreed with that sentiment. God-Machine Titans were magnificent, one of the tributes to the Omnissiah.
But compared with the secret project their Black Adeptus Mechanicus was undertaking, Dorkerson felt that the God-Machine Titans before him were merely lowly servants of the Omnissiah, still bearing some loathsome wetware that needed to be removed.
And Sage Dorkerson would remove that loathsome wetware.
At that moment, the covering was drawn back from the enormous vehicle beside Sage Dorkerson.
A colossal machine stood in silence, its very existence seeming to challenge the laws of nature and overturn conventional notions of scale.
Its huge, broad tracks were like the footsteps of giants from ancient myths, firmly supporting this awe-inspiring creation.
Even the Emperor's Baneblade-that war machine that struck terror into all on the battlefield-seemed as small as a toy in a child's hand beside it, utterly