Baelon could feel the thumping against his skull turn to clawing as he saw the vessel among the upper spires. The blade ‘Slaughter Jaw’ at his side devolving into unknown curses that could only belong to the insanity of the warp.
Baelon recognized the ship, it flashed as moments in his memory a hound nipping at his heels through time. The grey of raw ceramite would soon be baring down once the smog cleared the battlefield.
“Pick up the dead, our side of the bargain has been upheld. We are leaving.” He didn’t need a vox bead in his ear nor the signifiers of a helm display for a string of confirmations. Ruthless victory over thousands of his foes across the centuries, both in and out of the eye, was enough for his men to know insubordination’s consequence. It was only his sorcerer that plagued his nerves.
It won’t be long until the whole planet is submerged into the deep.
Time had nowhere else to go.
Commissioned by @aectannn
