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Thanks for the comment. Spreading my wings far and wide across the internet until work lightens up enough to allow me to get back to typing. :)
I appreciate all the support! Still have a small hope of finishing another chapter before month end. :)
Ullanor
000.M31
Hours had passed, though Artorias had ceased to notice them.
The throne room of Urrlak Urg had grown quieter as the conquered fortress settled into the artificial night imposed upon it by Imperial chronometers. Somewhere beyond the immense doors, armies still moved throughout...
Ullanor System
000.M31
The impossible colours of the Immaterium vanished without ceremony.
One heartbeat there had been only the endless tides of madness pressing against the hulls of the fleet, held at bay by the pale embrace of the Ceithir. The next, reality returned with a violence so quiet...
Prospero
000.M31
The Great Pyramid of Tizca did not so much cast a shadow over the city as it gathered light unto itself.
Morning poured through impossible windows cut high into alabaster walls, descending in broad shafts of molten gold that seemed to hang unmoving in the still air. The stone...
The storm had died not with a roar, but with a sigh.
The last rain dwindled to scattered droplets that hissed upon cooling armour and broken ferrocrete. The clouds, so long a single unbroken ceiling of black, had torn apart above the battlefield until shafts of pale morning sunlight speared...
877.M30
There once was a boy full of pain and fear.
Before he was a Legionary. Before he crossed the stars. Before he stood in the shadows of demigods and witnessed the horrors that lurked between worlds and behind the veil of reality, he was simply a boy born beneath dark skies and angry...
The doors of the Sidera Desmoterion opened with a deep, grinding resonance, layers of iron and adamant unlocking in sequence as though the chamber itself were a vault reluctantly yielding its contents. The light within dimmed as the holographic systems powered down, casting long shadows that...
In the dream, Althea was warm, and the world was quiet, and for the first time in what felt like eons there were no alarms, no vox reports, no screaming metal or the distant thunder of macro-cannons. There was only sunlight and linen and the slow, steady breathing of the woman lying beside her...
The Plasma Control Chamber had become a furnace.
Varn clung to the control lectern bolted into the grated walkway as another violent tremor rolled through the vast engine hall. The great reactor column before him blazed like a captive sun, its containment rings screaming as they fought to...
Despite the vast array of augmetics, the intricate lattice of servo-assisted limbs, the gleaming optic arrays and mechadendritic appendages that transformed Iterai Varn into a figure of Martian legend, he was, at his core, still a man.
The essence of humanity burned within him as fiercely as it...
The hangar no longer roared with battle. Fires guttered low in the twisted wreckage, casting dim orange light across torn metal and exposed plasteel. The Ceithir lingered in soft currents, drifting between the carcasses of Thunderhawks and the blackened scars left by detonated munitions. The...
For one impossible second after the laughter, there was nothing.
No sound.
No movement.
No breath.
Then the Avalon screamed.
The pressure equalised in an instant.
Gavriel… Lad, what have you done?
The air in the corridor tore past Hamish with a violence beyond storm or gale, a howling...
The moment the Avalon crossed fully into the Immaterium, something inside Artorias tore open.
To the bridge crew, nothing changed beyond the expected: The Gellar Field was humming at full strength, the were shutters sealed and auspex runes were dancing across hololithic displays as the fleet...
000.M31
The Ullanor Crusade
The system had once possessed a name, though no record remained of what it had been. Whatever human tongue had first given it voice had been scoured away, overwritten by violence and neglect until only a designation remained in Imperial cartographs—an alphanumeric...
The convivium had been transformed from a place of quiet fraternity into something closer to a war sanctum.
Serfs entered first, dozens of them, moving with practiced discipline beneath the vaulted ceiling. They bore tools, incense braziers, folded cloths and sacred oils. Behind them came the...