*The mighty Lord of Change screeches at Sigma, opening a Warp Rift RIGHT ON TOP OF HIM. The power of the Immaterium seeps out, radically warping the area around it.*
Forgath: YOU SEAL THE FATE OF YOUR PLANET! I SHALL MAKE IT INTO A DAEMON WORLD FIT FOR THE CHANGER OF WAYS!
*to anyone not Warp-tainted, just looking at the rift is damaging, due to attempting to perceive the impossible realm. IT provides a powerful suction to the non-warp-tainted as well, while hundreds of Tzeentchian Screamers pour out, accompanied by a few Disc Riders, hurling mutative Change Hexes and Sorcery at Sigma.
In the Hereticus Fleet, as soon as Theta approaches, the frantic Sisters light him UP. Melta Rounds, Krak Cannons, Macrocannons, Flamer Jets, and hundreds, thousands, MILLIONS of Lightning Fighters. The Sororitas are anything but unmotivated, as the furious, the faithful and the hateful Sisters pound into Theta with every frontal gun in the fleet, their unbreakable Morale providing intense support. A Squad of Seraphim Assault troops even blast open the back of a Thunderhawk transport to swoop in to get them a piece of Xeno, the remaining Sisters inside willingly accepting their death in the cold vacuum.*
Seraphim Superior: IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR, YOUR DEATH WILL BE THE HERALD OF OUR FIRE AND FAITH!






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