The Adamnadula Crusade(part 5)

With the death of the Thousand Sons Sorcerer and the destruction of the last Chaos Relic, the once chaotic planet began to return to a state of fragile equilibrium. The physical world, twisted by the foul energies of Tzeentch, slowly stabilized. The sky, once a swirling mass of purple and black streaked with chaotic lightning, gradually shifted back to shades of pale blue and gray. The cracked, war-torn earth began to heal, closing its fissures, and small patches of the planet’s original flora timidly emerged, reclaiming the land from the taint of the Warp.

Dante, battered and exhausted, sat atop a pile of shattered Rubric Marine armor, remnants of the fierce battle. Once vessels bound by psychic energy and the souls of fallen warriors, the armor pieces now lay dormant, reduced to hollow shells. The eerie clinking of fragmented armor pieces and falling debris filled the once thunderous battlefield, creating an almost surreal silence in the aftermath of victory.