"Gaunt and Milo turned and ran towards the Beati. Living fire was sizzling around her, and pouring like burning oil out across the pavements of the concourse.
The fire was pouring from the disembowelled corpse of Enok Innokenti.
“Holy Terra…” Gaunt stammered.
Sabbat rose, the sightless, gaping head of the Magister dangling from her raised fist.
“In the name of the Emperor!” she yelled. The luminous aquila around her flared to three times its size, snapping and beating at the high roof.
The sound of her voice was so clear, so loud, it blew out the great windows of the concourse in a vast blizzard of glass.
To a man, every archenemy warrior on Herodor shrieked."














