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They vanished in a conflagration of molten rock and blinding warp explosions. The chariot began to tumble, speed bleeding away, and then a geyser of lava fountained up, swallowing the abominations. Uncontrolled sorcery enveloped it and its abhorrent steeds. It howled in pain, and its spell exploded.

40K PRESCIENCE AND WITCHFIRE TORRENT

‘In the God-Emperor’s name, die.’Ī torrent of light, blistering to the soul, blasted into the daemon. Then she turned, diving directly at the herald, unleashing her fury. She called on the fury of the warp, shaping it with the purity of faith. She clenched her fists tight, the power building around her. The daemon of change, its flesh the deep pink of exposed muscle, held the reins of the chariot with one hand, while with two more arms it conjured the power of the warp, preparing to cast Stern into a sorcerous abyss. Attacking her right was a herald of Tzeentch, riding a chariot pulled by winged, howling screamers. A plague united in their hatred of a single enemy.Ī cloud of crimson-hued furies, barely sentient embodiments of wrath, came at her left, a storm within a storm. The injuries to the materium had been so large on Parastas that daemons of every description had poured over the world like disparate swarms of insects. The abominations of different aspects of the Dark Gods charged together. Through burning air, they streaked her way, screaming their fury, their material forms torn and ragged. The blood of the world boiled.Īs she reached the furnace, the daemons came for her. The roar of the destruction was a fury that came in waves, yet never seemed to subside. Enormous columns split away from the mountainsides and tumbled, turning molten, into the magma. She passed into the heart of the destruction. Stern shaped psychic lightning into a protective shell around her, and she flew on, closer and closer to the blinding fire and the colossal roaring where once there had been mountains. The heat from below grew, spiking until the auto-senses of her armour strobed with warning runes. It was the holiest site on the desecrated shrine world. It was deep behind the enemy lines, deep within the heart of the Parastas incursion. It was only small consolation that they had been tainted by the worldwide sweep of corruption she had found on her arrival.Įven amongst this destruction, she had faith the shrine of Saint Aphrania would still be standing. It pained her to think of the destruction this struggle was bringing to the sacred memorials of the Imperium. Crevasses opened, swallowing vaults and mausoleums a wall of lava raced outward, transforming the surface of Parastas, creating a plateau miles high, burying all trace of the monuments that had been there. The abominations knew she was coming for them, and at their command the volcanic chain had erupted. Tremors shattered the crust, gathering strength as if in anger at her arrival. Ephrael Stern soared over a breaking landscape.

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