Awaken realms angron9/4/2023 ![]() World Eaters berzerkers howled in agony as corrupted armour systems seized and bare skin turned red as though flash-cooked under the radiation of a supernova. All around Kossolax the fighting had stalled. It knocked out aircraft where it struck them in flight, picked up tanks, trees, chunks of rubble, hurling it all ahead of it in a rolling peal of sonic booms and a frothing tsunami wave of sand. ‘Shâhka… Shâhka!’ The psychic blast was a wall of light, thin like an electrical sheet and still expanding, rippling out over the devastated capitolis settlement and onto the desert basin. ‘Shâhka.’ He tapped the vox-pickup in his gorget ring, and then again when the Bloodless still failed to respond. Two hundred miles away, across the desert basin, Kossolax watched in slow-dawning horror, barely even aware of the sting in his eyes and the blood leaking down his cheeks. The deeply superstitious people of Hyades would have seen this as a clear sign of their God-Emperor’s withdrawn favour, had there been more than a handful of its elderly, juvenile and wounded left behind to see it. ![]() The gothic, gold-plated spire of the cathedrum basilica, the pride of Hyades, sheared from the chancel roof and demolished the adjoining Sororitas mission. Swathes of the capitolis simply collapsed as the underlying wadi disintegrated, as though struck by a beam that reduced them immediately to sand. Millennia-old desiccation cracks and long-dormant planes of tectonic weakness split open. And then, like a dying star at the end of its red giant phase, it imploded into its core, throwing off its psychic mantle in a burst that annihilated the castle that had sought to contain it and driving deep into the thin, rocky crust beneath its foundations. The beacon pulsed once, a split-second, thousandfold surge in brightness that left every World Eater with a line of sight howling in rage and pain as they cradled the scorched ruin of their eyes. Light in infinite shades of white shot from it, and Shâhka screamed, no longer even able to feel the sword in his back as the blast wave burnt through his eyes like an acid formulated just for him. ![]() Shâhka was on his feet when the war machine in the middle of the room exploded. With a scream that echoed across both realms, he threw his mind fully into the empyrean, took a hold of that power, and refused to let go. He could still destroy Angron’s physical link to the tempus materium. "The power of the beacon represented one last opportunity that was too great to surrender. ![]()
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