"Since you've made up your mind." Yvraine drew Klavara's Sword of Lament from her waist, its edge tracing an elegant arc through the air. "Let's go, then. I'd also like to see what makes this monkey so special that a 'god' like you cares so much about him."
"Ember Guard!"
Liu Zhipeng gave a low roar.
Around the hall, thousands of Aeldari warriors clad in red-and-gold armor, undying golden flames burning in their souls, answered in unison. They were the Spirit Warriors of Biel-Tan, and his most loyal guard.
"Destination: Cadia!"
High orbit, Cadia System.
This was a void filled with steel, fire, and death.
Mortal eyes could not possibly take in the full scope of this war. Tens of thousands of warships crisscrossed the void, their lances pouring down like torrential rain. Though the thunder of Macro-cannons was silent in the vacuum, it sent violent tremors through the ethereal medium.
The black ships belonged to Abaddon's Thirteenth Black Crusade fleet. Like locusts, they blotted out the starlight, and the most terrifying among them was a colossal construct that seemed to embody a nightmare-the Blackstone Fortress.
It was shaped like an eight-pointed star, its core flickering with a destructive red light capable of tearing reality apart. It was not merely a warship, but a doomsday weapon that could shatter planets.
Standing before it was the Imperium of Man's last line of defense.
"For the Allfather! For Leman Russ! For this swig of booze! Ram them!!"
Sven Bloodhowl's savage roar rang out over the comms.
The Space Wolves' Firemane Great Company drove their warships like a pack of rabid wolves, charging heedlessly toward the Blackstone Fortress and its despair-inducing bulk.
"Sven! Have you lost your mind? That's suicide!" an Imperial Fists captain cried.
"If we don't go mad now, when