/lit/ - Literature

The Adeptus Custodes had issued to war, and the Throneworld reeled now under the mass tread of its most potent sons. The tide of crimson met the flood of gold, and the screams of dissipated became truly frenzied. The twin armies smashed into a tangled contact, and serried wave of impacts that cracked the rockcrete and threw the blood-rain into whirling vortices.

I fought on, driving myself ever harder, feeling an inexplicable joy well up through my speed-smeared limbs even as I rent and tore and hacked and gouged.

I could have cried out loud. I could have lost myself in the moment, for amid the carnage had come a sight from the lost aeons, a fragment of our glorious past made real once more. The Captain-General was there, slaying in majesty. The Ten Thousand were unleashed, pouring their slow-burning fury onto the only enemy that had ever truly mattered.

We had returned.

Kino