Victory was stolen, stolen from the servants of the dark Gods. Stolen as they filled themselves with violent gluttony, the ruined bodies of the false Emperor’s bastard children lay in heaps at their feet. Shots still rang out as the Empire pulled back their forces from the great Blackstone monolith, their efforts a failure. The monolith’s surface began to vibrate as it was activated, shuddering was felt in the planets core all the way to the surface. Suddenly, a crack near the base of the monolith streaked upwards leaving a gouge of silver in the deep reflective darkness of the stone. The splitting of the stone released and ear-piercing sound, as if a cry from within. The noise caused even the mightiest and most battle tested warriors to recoil. The host of the battle field stilled, some in mid swing or killing blow. Slowly they all turned almost possessed to look towards the stone. Their eyes were drawn towards the summit of the monolith, mere seconds stretched and twisted into the unknown. The splinter seemed to slow or reverse, reaching and stretching towards all those who looked upon it, their bodies being simultaneously pulled towards it. Then with freighting speed it tore away and shattered the top of the monolith. Reality shattered next, all was darkness, and all was lost.
The world of Kronis was no more. A world where millions spilt their blood, like sacrifices for their gods, consumed itself and shattered. Dark energies exploded out from the planet’s death, piercing both into the Immaterium and the Materium like a needle, back and forth through cloth. Warp storms began to spring up across regions of space near the Great Rift. Celestial bodies were gored as chunks of their flesh were ripped free, disappearing into nothingness. Untold numbers died throughout the galaxy. The consequences of Kronis’s death would be felt throughout time.
Light, bright white and blinding, blared across a ruined and shifting reality. Darkness followed empty and cold, yet it cast shadows, the edges darkly light from the shapes of all caught in this reality. A huge bloated sphere rotated slowly, white and cold then black unknown on and on. A malevolent star created for this reality. Debris torn and stolen from planets, stars, and space filled the emptiness and slowly, over what could have been eons or minutes, begin to form facsimiles of worlds and unrecognizable landscapes. The creations continually shifting as if they knew they didn’t belong in these shapes or spaces. Unscalable cliffs now held Aeldari structures standing horizontally out into the air, yet nothing fell. T’au cities residing in the dying bellies of Tyranid bio ships, somehow void of the monsters once living in them. Realities shifted and fought to hold the memory of what they were before. Pressed against other foreign landscapes attempting to make themselves whole again. Kronis’ death created an unstable pocket universe. All was disorder. All was unknowable.
The twisting of time retracted and dissipated, those caught in it felt as if they could breathe again. The sound that drew the combatant’s attention slowly was silenced though the echoes would be heard in some of their mind evermore. Brothers standing just moments before were now dead their armor rotting. Others clearly dead during the battle were found standing weapon in hand, no marring found on their bodies. Not only where the dark one’s victory stolen, but their trophies, their enemies were gone, and the monolith was no more. Those that were pulled into this realm found themselves surrounded by the unknown and were unnerved. Their forces disorganized as the maleficent nature of the landscape twisted and formed. The white and black of the new star disquieting, it calling to them like a beacon.
The War of Maleficus had begun.
War of Maleficus 
You must be logged in to post a comment.