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The gas giant, Praxis VI, had been ruptured, its core venting plasma that ignited into a permanent, hellish nebula. Within that crimson fog, daemon-ships prowled. Caspian ordered silent running. Engines to minimum, vox-beacons off. The fleet became ghosts, drifting through the asteroid debris of what used to be Periphery’s defense platform.

“Contact! Enemy squadrons altering course. They have us, my Lord,” voxed Commodore Vance, the fleet’s taciturn second. battlefleet gothic armada pdf

But the Blade of Antwyr was the true terror. It did not fire lances. It vomited a cascade of warp-lightning that boiled through void shields like tissue paper. The Stalwart took a glancing blow. Her shields collapsed, and her dorsal battery was fused into a single, glowing scar of molten ceramite. The gas giant, Praxis VI, had been ruptured,