!!iHDhHidYFJx 03/09/10(Tue)23:29 No.8500301|
Beams of blinding light criss-cross the chamber, but you stand your ground as they trace increasingly complex patterns in the air surrounding you. An effect not unlike persistence of vision begins to grant the rapidly resolving shapes a sort of solidity and before your very optics, you find yourself transported to another time and place.
All around you, a desloate wasteland stretches in every direction. Ruined towers of basalt and obsidian crumble behind you, the light gone out of the channels cut into their mirror surfaces. Bodies lie strewn across the battlefield, mostly necron but also a variety of colorfully attired organics, close-fitting suits of composite armor and impact-reactive mesh torn asunder by gauss blasts or matter-disrupting talons.
A lone figure stands before you, resplendent in a suit of bone-white armor and black robes, its haughty countenance failing to mask its uncertainty at the outcome of the conflict. Finally, it speaks.
'Your reign ends here,' it lilts, raising a blade swirling with otherworldly energies. It hurts to look upon it, the strange properties of the weapon preventing you from conducting n accurate analysis. 'In the name of Ulthwé, I shall return you to the infinite abyss you so adore.'