Behind Silvana, the last Cadians, a bare half-company, of the Kronus Liberators go back onto the offensive. They climb, indifferent to the ordnance exploding around them, taken along by two switched on corporals, Harrick and Kovaq, the heroes of Tyrea . And suddenly, half-way up, a song is raised. All the Shock Troopers bellow proud words launched like a challenge:
Against the xeno, against the heretic,
Where ever battle rages,
Soldiers of Cadia, Guardians of the Gate,
We return to the front…
Astonished, surprised, Thule's Guardsmen who believed victory within their grasp break and run. Scores are killed as they withdraw. For the first time on Kronus, the Guardsmen sow doubt in the spirit of Davian Thule's super-men. Behind the Shock Troopers, my Kronus PDFs, in their turn, climb the hill. But they lack a song and those they do know speak only of love, of girls and drink. Then, spontaneously, my loyalist colonials who fight under their tribal flags, hurl themselves into the attack singing in broken Gothic the "The Song of Departure'', Cadia's anthem.
And so we run, over unrecognizable chunks of dead meat. Colours blazing under an alien sun, we double-time. Warriors with magical weapons, panting, baying for blood. There is no fear, only a great excitement. We run as though impatient to sink into the darkness that will eventually claim us all. I am no longer myself. I am part of an attack. One grey khaki object in a line of grey khaki objects running towards the great golden Eternity Gate, running through hard noise and bursting metal... running, running, running. I don't look back. Something snaps past my head and we are past the point of no return. We're running fast and we won't stop. Nothing can stop us.