Taking a few shaking steps closer, larese took up the soul stone and held it to his head "What, flee from what?" But even as he whispered this through his mind he heard voices outside. He still didn't know who they were, he had simply assumed they were the guardians who had come along to help transport the soulstones. Yet he still hid himself for a moment, waiting for the ancient soul to muster it's thoughts.
Every life around him had disappeared. Only imprints of the Souls that lived here remained and all of them had the same, including the soulstone he held. 'Flee'. The Seer could not make anything else out, except that in the far distance the rest of the Warhost was in trouble. It was more of intuition than certain knowing, yet Larese knew he was in danger.
Knowing now he would gain no new information here he stowed the soulstone away in the pouch with the rest of the spirits he usually carried with him. Every soul that can be saved is one more soul safe from the clutches of She Who Thirsts. He limped over to the hole he had crashed through and peered outside, looking for one of the owners of the voices.
Larese as much as he concentrated could not make another clue out, his mind was being overwhelmed the longer he remained. 'Flee.' the suggestion evolved with each second more into a demand. 'FLEE!' The voices of the souls were yelling into the mind of the Spiritseer. And that is when he found himself in a vision. It overflooded him. The Infinity Circuit, it was a vision of the past. Someone.... Something.... had manipulated it, the souls were lost, they were within the circuit for another use.... Back in reality it was fear that overrun Larese, as all the voices fell silent at once. Whatever was supposed to happen, whom's plan this was... It was fulfilled, the deed had been done. The Warp was coming, but not from the distance... It was building up, right here, right now. In the ruins of the Eldar City, the ruinous powers of the warp, strengthened by the sacrifices all over the planet it started to open a gate between the immaterium and the real world. The Infinity Circuit became like an amplifier to the Warp, like a beacon, a single light in the dark. As all souls within were devoured at once.
The Warp Spiders arrived within viewing distance of the remaining warhost, unhindered any further from the enemy thanks to their warp jump technology. Exarch Arkash allowed his warriors a moment to give pause. They had lost one of their own, an outcome which angered Arkash. ''Come, we must move,'' he commanded. They had their moment to grieve, but now they must bury that emotion, lest it begin to consume them. There was still much to do, and the Spider's duty was not done on this world. One last warp jump placed the Spiders a few meters from catacomb's entrance, their legs carrying the rest of the way. ''We have returned, Autarch,'' Arkash reported, as the Spiders moved further in.
"Excellent. Dragons, go underground with the Spiders. Scorpions, we wait for the Spectres. You and I will be the last ones out."
The insane scrabling of the warp hit him, as the souls died. Knowing now the true scale of chaos on this planet he knew that there was no more chance to save the eldar, their souls had been sucked into the warp. His only chance was to escape now before the veil here was ripped through entirely. He taxed his body to the limit as he climbed out and shouted to the before rescuers: "Fly you fools!" Before leaping to the next roof. The final act of the infinity circuit's souls was one last wave psychic pressure, feeding him enough to get him moving at some speed. He would make sure that if he got out of this their sacrifice shall be remembered.
"Excellent. Dragons, go underground with the Spiders. Scorpions, we wait for the Spectres. You and I will be the last ones out." ''Yes, Autarch,'' Arkash replied, his Spiders accompanying both himself and the Dragons as they moved further in.
Within the confines of the crude lift elevator, Ilidarian fell to his knees in agony, his staff clattering to the metal deck with a dull thud, both of his hands grasped the sides of his helmet. Unimaginable pain tore through his mind, as thousands of Eldar souls cried out in torment. They were being devoured! The entire Infinity Circuit was compromised! Their cries of agony flooded his mind and replaced every sensation with searing hot pain. It was not only his body that was wracked with pain, but his very soul. 'By Khaine's fiery blood, no!' He cried, as tears of blood flowed freely down his cheeks. ~~~ Their pain was amplified a thousands fold, by the already fragile state of the veil. Every living soul on the planet shared their pain, Mon'Keigh and Eldar alike. As Khorne accepted the offering and began feasting upon the ancient spirits, the weakened barrier between the warp and realspace was shattered. Storm clouds boiled over the sky, plunging the world into darkness. The planet's orbiting moon darkened, as it reflected the nightmarish light of the warp, plunging the world into a hellish twilight. Crimson lightning rippled across the sky and the thunderous laughter of the Blood God echoed over the world. Blood rained from the skies, showering the worlds denizens with Khorne's blessing. The remaining citizens and soldiers were driven into an insatiable blood fury and set upon each other like wild animals. They shot and bludgeoned one another, or tore at each other with their bare hands and teeth. Khorne demanded blood and skulls, and he would have them! The world descended into blood hazed madness. The great mountains, that had hidden the ruins of the once prosperous Eldar city for millennia, began to heave and break apart, as the psychic backlash of thousands of Eldar souls being rent apart took it's toll. The seemingly unbreakable mountain ruptured and caved inwards, as massive fissures ruptured it's surface, spewing the planet's molten lifeblood in massive geysers of super heated rock. With a terrible groan, the entire edifice sank into a new sea of liquid rock, erasing all traces of the natural monument. As Larese and the handful of remaining Guardians ran clear of the burning caverns, they dared not to look back at the doom that had befallen their lost kin. It was a loss that would echo for eternity and would stand as a testament to the loathsome hunger of the Dark Gods. They would remember this fateful day, and vowed to lay low the architect of this calamity. No matter how far he ran or what dark corner of the universe he sought to hide in. The Craftworld would never forget this day. Larese would never forget, nor would any of them. ~~~ Within the central plaza of the fortified capital, the bubbling pools of blood that formed Khorne's unholy sigil erupted, as Bloodletters of Khorne emerged from their shallow depths. They brandished their great weapons in salute to their master, howling their praise to him on high. They gathered in great packs and set about hunting down the mortals that choked the streets, lost in a frenzy of mindless bloodshed. They sought to gather the promised skulls for Khorne, regardless of they still rested on the owner's shoulders or not.
Fadren tracked his launcher back and forth along the multiple approaches to the building being mined by Pyrus and his Dragons, he heard the order to fall back and stood his ground still. "Banin, Norten take up forward positions around the entrance to the Catacombs in case anything tries to slip by or follow us in before we detonate the charges. Draklith, Ereth brace in support distance behind them for the final fall back. " That was when he saw the first arc of lightning rupture the sky, blood raining forth as if it had struck the sky an actual wound. An immense wave of dread overtook him and were it not for his armors stabilizers he would of stumbled. Even as he took in the sight he was still firing into the approaching Mon'keigh who had taken to advancing through the buildings with the roads filled with burnt out tank husk. Quite suddenly they had turned on each other, every man for himself as gunfire erupted from the buildings and roads and war cries sounded as they were at each others throats in barbaric displays of mindless violence, more barbaric than was normal for the Mon'keigh anyways. This left them easy enough targets but the Exarch held his fire and slew those who survived the brawls with their own, he managed a smirk despite the tingling dread clinging to his spine. New war cries erupted down the main road, massive power armored figures rushed through the angry flames of the destroyed Hellhound with chain axes brandished above their heads and at their sides, a handful carried brutish bolt pistols but they were neglected for the joy of close range slaughter. "Autarch, Astartes loyal to the ruinous powers have joined the fray! " His Tempest Launcher loaded up with armor piercing rounds scythed through their legs, dropping them to the ground in writhing enraged heaps, he knew better than to try and outright kill them, better to cripple them and finish them off at a distance if possible. A bolt spanked off his left arm and jarred it violently, the blood mad berserkers had reluctantly lifted their pistols and for a moment the Dark Reaper's fire slackened as he back peddled into the building and protective cover. The thrum of cluster rounds flying from both barrels of his weapon resumed and those berserkers nearest to the building were cut down with those behind the makeshift meat shields followed afterwards.
