[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor":3,"chapter-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-394":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1681264,2147,"Chapter 394 395 – Abaddon: Damn It, the Savior Ambushed My Base!","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-394",394,"\u003Cp>As the Warp rift erupted, several strands of dark-purple energy chains shot out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those chains, seemingly alive, instantly coiled around Guilliman as he raised the Emperor's Sword. Ethereal tendrils extended into his armor, splintering and anchoring into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, the chains tightened, nearly forcing him to one knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Foul sorcery!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman roared, utterly disgusted by the vile Warp sorceries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to everyone's shock, the bindings didn't even last half a second before he shattered them with sheer strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor's Sword slashed down even faster, severing Abaddon's head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The severed head hit the ground hard and rolled a few times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone on the battlefield was stunned. Even the Despoilers faltered slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did the Chaos Warmaster just die?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Guilliman didn't show a trace of triumph. Instead, his face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You cannot kill me… false Emperor's son…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon's severed head blinked, smirked in disdain, and rapidly twisted into a mass of pulsating rot-flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman instantly leapt back to evade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mass exploded. A plague cloud erupted, corroding a deep pit into the alloy floor and spraying fist-sized holes across the surrounding area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The toxic miasma spread quickly, blanketing the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman swept the Emperor's Sword, its flames purging the poisonous fog and restoring his sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up toward the Warp rift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From there, intense warp energies flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, floating out atop a golden disk was a Thousand Sons Sorcerer with violet skin, three arms, and clad in bronze-colored robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was he who had just ensnared the Regent with sorcery and teleported the Chaos Warmaster away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sorcerer, named Zaraphiston, had plunged into the Eye of Terror under the guidance of Tzeentch. There, he was gifted with prophetic power and foresight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, he had sworn fealty to the Warmaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was he who foresaw the Regent's resurrection and warned Abaddon, prompting the Chaos forces' assault on Macragge to stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zaraphiston, you arrived just in time…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon's charred form stepped out from a nearby ritual circle, standing beside the sorcerer. His wounds were rapidly regenerating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His recovery was swift, his body mutating even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he didn't resist the Chaos Gods' blessings but accepted more willingly—to counter the increasingly powerful Regent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Visibly, his aura surged—becoming even more oppressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zaraphiston waved his staff, activating more teleportation circles. Thousands of Chaos warriors burst out roaring, charging the Imperial lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he summoned three massive Lords of Change and more Tzeentchian daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the battlefield was engulfed by bombardments and multi-colored flames of Tzeentch's sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These formidable Chaos forces crashed against the Indomitus warriors' battle line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For Courage and Glory!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primaris forces regrouped into a wedge formation, raising their banners and unleashing a hail of bolter fire—standing like unyielding stone against the onrushing tide of Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the enemy was simply too numerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This surgical strike force, having boarded the enemy flagship for a decapitation mission, now struggled to hold against the endless Chaos reinforcements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon struck hard, knocking Guilliman into a distant ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched smugly as the Regent crashed into the rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"False Emperor's spawn—my legions are here. What will you do now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman slowly pushed himself from the wreckage, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the faltering Imperial lines, a hint of despair in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all too familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he once again trapped in a hopeless situation, forced to fight to the death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…But that was the past.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent's face steeled with resolve. He drove the Emperor's Sword into the ground, rising from his kneeling stance to face the Chaos Warmaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he was not alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reinforcements were arriving!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whrummm~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Abaddon's stunned gaze, glowing psychic energy shimmered across the Imperial lines—teleportation beacons activating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Golden Sun and the Savior!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the columns of light stepped crimson-clad Terminators and Centurion suits, unleashing storms of shrapnel at the Chaos invaders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, the Chaos advance was halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the War Angels from the Savior's Third Fleet, joining the war as reinforcements under the Regent's banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though only a few hundred strong, nearly all were equipped with Terminator armor, and there were nearly a hundred Centurions—devastatingly effective in this kind of boarding engagement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, that wasn't enough to turn the tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the War Angels had brought a far more dreadful sacred weapon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Set up the Big Light! Too many daemons!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Company Captain Thirteen roared over vox as he used his Centurion's cannons to sweep aside hordes of daemons, urging his squads into motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his command, ten Astartes quickly dismantled their heavy gear and assembled a missile launcher platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They opened alloy crates, revealing small, gray-white, sanctified missiles—Holy Ash Missiles—and began loading them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hssssss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lords of Change shrieked, spewing colorful flame to incinerate the battlefield—but then, they paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That accursed scent!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These three Greater Daemons of Tzeentch had taken part in the Charalton campaign against the Devourer and witnessed the terror of the Holy Ash Missiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd even watched, horrified, as the Devourer shoved one into a fellow Lord of Change's rear—burning him from the inside out in a hellish display of agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those traumatic memories surged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lords of Change exchanged panicked glances, then turned and fled—without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Ash Missiles exploded across the battlefield in dazzling golden light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Emperor's Sword was a precision kill, these were massive area-of-effect devastation—pure terror to the daemonic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams and howls echoed everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daemons perished in waves of holy agony. Even Chaos Marines were affected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lords of Change felt the searing heat behind them, their backs blistering—they fled even faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them even backhanded Zaraphiston out of the way when he tried to stop them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had only one thought left: Run!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't dare gamble on whether the Imperium had deadlier cursed weapons, nor whether these mass-produced mini Ash Missiles could truly kill them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The panic spread—more daemons began fleeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their panic, they even smashed into the Chaos Marine lines, spreading further chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman saw the weapons' effects and his eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never seen them in person—only heard rumors steeped in myth, with survivors swearing they had witnessed divine intervention from the Emperor himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These weapons were miracles in battle against Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…I wonder how many of those Devou—I mean, Eden—has.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman recalled his brother once promised to supply a batch. Had he forgotten?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd definitely be asking for them later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent gripped the Emperor's Sword and led his guards in another charge toward Abaddon's position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon watched the panicked daemons ruin his lines and exploded in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cowards! You spineless worms!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had known the Tzeentchian daemons were unreliable, prone to betrayal, and devoid of any martial honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he knew these small weapons couldn't kill Greater Daemons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they still ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Black Legion still held the upper hand, fighting further had no point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Omen-class Ark had already arrived with more warriors and ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a better way to destroy the Imperials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Withdraw.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon met the Regent's gaze one last time and turned away, flanked by Despoilers, stepping into a sorcerous portal conjured by Zaraphiston.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Chaos forces completed their retreat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would destroy this battleship, taking the Regent and his warriors with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the order was given, the Chaos warriors ceased their assault and began withdrawing through the portals, abandoning the super-sized battleship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman was puzzled by Abaddon's sudden retreat—why give up the flagship?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Volradi's urgent warning came through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The acting High Commander of the Unyielding Fleet demanded immediate evacuation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was right to worry—the Black Legion's hidden main fleet had arrived, faster than expected!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman turned sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through a massive breach in the ship's hull, he glimpsed the distant void—and the titanic silhouettes emerging from the stardust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monstrous warships, grotesque and far larger than even the Planet Killer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their size dwarfed even the Macragge's Honour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at the front of these monsters, light began to glow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their guns were charging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Full retreat! Immediately!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman realized Abaddon's true plan—and instantly ordered the withdrawal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warriors began teleporting out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was already a step too late…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several blasts of energy surged toward the Planet Killer, aiming to obliterate the already battered vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Unyielding Fleet acted faster, constructing a dense wall of counter-fire to intercept the incoming attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosions burst across the void, lighting up the darkness as colliding firestorms raged. The resulting shockwaves rocked the Planet Killer's thirty-kilometer-long frame, almost knocking it completely off its axis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bombardment from the Omen-class Arks was so intense that even the gathered firepower of several dozen battle groups could barely hold it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Chaos energy beam grazed the side of the Planet Killer, shredding a flank section. Follow-up strikes utterly shattered the Warmaster's flagship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, Volradi's interception efforts bought precious time for the Imperial forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before the firestorm swallowed the area, the Regent led his final guard in evacuating this doomed battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aboard the Macragge's Honour, Command Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman, battered from battle, entered in haste, face lined with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he wasn't alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other commanders within the hall wore similarly grim expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned toward the monstrous, blasphemous silhouette of the Chaos warship—an abominable fusion of steel and the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first time they had faced such an appalling abomination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of it, a regular cruiser looked like a child's toy—incapable of inflicting any harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Volradi, your warning was right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman stepped toward the core of the command dais, silently relieved that he had heeded Volradi's advice and left a portion of the fleet as a reserve force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he committed all units elsewhere, they would've stood no chance against the Omen-class Arks under Abaddon's command—and would've suffered catastrophic losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, he fully embraced the Savior Fleet's cautious doctrine—always maintaining a strategic reserve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even began to reflect… had he been too reckless?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman stared at the twisted projection of the Omen-class Ark suspended midair and took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought of Eden. Had his brother infiltrated the Black Legion's stronghold within the Eye of Terror? That would certainly tie down the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But so far, no news had come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no choice but to face the battle here and now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this terrifying fleet broke through into another war zone, it would shatter the Unyielding Expedition's grip on the Gloaming Stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman frowned deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could the Unyielding Fleet even handle these dreadful new Chaos warships?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no prior experience against such vessels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His concerned gaze fell on the young fleet commander. Could he truly shoulder such a heavy burden?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You needn't stress too much,\" Guilliman offered gently. \"Just focus on testing the Ark's strength.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already mentally preparing for a strategic withdrawal if the situation turned dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was startled to see excitement burning in Volradi's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Savior's grace… Finally, the enemy's main force appears!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Volradi hadn't even registered the Regent's words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cracking his knuckles, he injected a dose of cognitive enhancer into his neck and flexed his muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years of encountering only middling foes had left him unsung and unimpressive in the Savior's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no legendary victories, no glory to rival his peers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only shared triumphs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—this was it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive battle under his sole command. And not just any foe, but a famed Chaos Warmaster!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he won this… surely the Savior would pay him personal attention—perhaps even invite him and his mother for a private dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than sending him off on ordinary missions again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Volradi locked onto the projection of the Omen-class Ark, marking its vulnerable and attackable sections with practiced ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he noticed Guilliman's gaze and turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry, my lord. I've got the most experience fighting giants like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned confidently. \"We've assembled a massive fleet. I can't guarantee victory, but I can promise—we won't lose!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a modest claim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Volradi believed he had over an 80% chance of winning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In past extreme training simulations, he had the best record engaging supermassive warships—and even pulled off victories in desperate conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he commanded the Unyielding First Expeditionary Fleet, supported by elite reinforcements—a dream setup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he lost with this, he might as well slam his head into a bulkhead—he wouldn't have the face to see the Savior or his old instructors again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After those words, Volradi ignored the Regent, channeling all his cognitive focus into commanding the fleet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rapidly, he orchestrated a multi-layered formation and launched the counteroffensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the void…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds, even thousands of Imperial battle groups clashed with Chaos forces—undeterred by the threat of the Omen-class Arks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, they were pushing forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the command hall…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's eyes shone with surprise and hope. Under Volradi's direction, the Unyielding Fleet had a real shot at victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they could destroy even one of those Arks—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would strike a devastating blow to the Black Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such titanic warships were irreplaceable assets for any faction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at Volradi with something like fatherly affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent had made up his mind—no matter what, he would \"renew the contract\" with the Savior and keep this invaluable commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Unyielding Fleet needed him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Volradi let out a pained cry, as if something dreadful had occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's wrong?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman's heart clenched—not just for the battle, but out of genuine concern for Volradi's condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sensed the young man's body was beginning to show strain from prolonged mental overload.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Black Legion is retreating…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Volradi sighed. Though the star map showed little, he had already sensed the subtle retraction of enemy formations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no doubt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Legion was preparing to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They must have realized what the Savior is doing in the Eye of Terror…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled with grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleets had only just engaged. The balance of power was still even. If the enemy chose to retreat now—there was no way to stop them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see his legendary war record, his dream of being a hero… slipping away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've done more than enough,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman said softly, in a rare tone of gentleness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Felix beside him felt a twinge of jealousy. Not even the Regent's most loyal genetic sons had ever been treated with such tenderness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman was disappointed that they couldn't destroy the Ark here, but today's accomplishments were still commendable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the retreat of the Chaos beasts, he could now redirect forces to other war zones and recover lost territories within the Imperium's Dark Side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, the Omen-class Arks turned and accelerated toward the Eye of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Volradi did his best to pursue, using the opportunity to destroy as many escort ships as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every blow against the Black Legion weakened the strength of Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still… the young commander's dream had shattered. The initial thrill was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Omen-class Ark, Core of the Mechanical Furnace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleshy-metal hull was covered in ritual circles, glowing runes etched under extreme heat, and long chains of glyphs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daemon-engineers used these restraints to enslave the chaotic machine-spirits of the Ark, keeping them from rebelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, one could glimpse twitching silver biomechanical worms—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were daemonsteel neural clusters, vital parasitic constructs that allowed the ship to function as a cohesive entity. They dug deep into the vessel, fusing with its systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Soul Conduit, warp energy burned intensely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was essentially a Warp-space equivalent of a high-tier Astronomican. Its engine was forged from blood, steel, and daemonic essence—allowing the Ark to traverse Warp storms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its power came from a Warp Furnace—fueled by the souls of psykers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of iron cages hung nearby, each containing a bound, blindfolded psyker. These were the power source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was, essentially, a corrupted imitation of the Astronomican—one that Abaddon used to openly mock the Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, how dare you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon's wrath filled the core chamber. His furious roars caused the bound psykers to convulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had expected that the arrival of the Arks would grant him victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, the Imperium received timely reinforcements—led by a commander who matched him blow for blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Abaddon resolved to seize victory—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zaraphiston the Sorcerer foresaw a shocking future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had entered the Eye of Terror with an allied fleet—and his target was the Black Legion's fortress-world, Savagarr!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to strike while Abaddon was away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Abaddon heard this… he felt the sky collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savagarr was the Black Legion's heart within the Eye of Terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It held his millennia-worth of accumulated resources, shipyards he'd poured his entire fortune into, and the hulls of future Omen-class Arks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he lost that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Legion might as well go bankrupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That damned rat bastard… That filthy Savior… Those Tzeentchian freaks… I swear—&@!#^%!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon was so enraged he began babbling incoherently. The whole galaxy seemed to be conspiring against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was overwhelmed by helpless fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…We must return to the Eye of Terror.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abaddon took a deep breath and steadied himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His crimson eyes flickered with hate. \"Notify the other Chaos factions. We must unite to intercept the Savior—bring him utter destruction.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's fleet inside the Eye was limited. 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