The journey was quick, relatively lasting only days and when the armada emerged from the Immaterium into the Nallavonn System they found a world of unparalleled beauty. More and more of our brothers had been killed before us, yet still we resisted. He wanted us to beg for death but we resisted. Incorporeal burrowing worms that made our blood boil, pushing each of us towards reaching the point of no return with our genetic flaws. Daius had used other techniques, other strategies, to make us break. Our month since Baddakûr had not been pleasant. I could see all of this from the Sin's bridge, where myself and the Untamed jarl Vidar were chained to the floor. The battle-barge led hundreds of ships, including my Victus, towards Nallavonn, entering the true warp to settle a centuries old dispute. At the armada's head was Eidolon's Wage of Sin. Such was life in the Eye, where brotherhood mattered so little to so many. Once he died, the alliance Eidolon had conjured together would fracture at the seams, each warlord betraying the other. Their fragile unity lasted only as long as Sakaeron remained. It was clear where one's forces began and ended. Though united by a purpose to end the threat the self-proclaimed Heir of Fulgrim represented, the warbands did not intermingle. Nearly forty warbands of the Sons of Fulgrim had come together, additionally so too had warbands from all Eight Legions. A month later, an armada had formed on the edge of Sakaeron's empire within the Eye.
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