The Shadow of the Rift - Nightflare, Torrin
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Caelus didn't reply. His gaze remained fixed on the horizon, his thoughts drifting back to the figure he had seen in the rift. It had spoken with certainty, its words laced with venom but also an uncomfortable truth. You are a weapon. A tool. And when your purpose is fulfilled, you will be discarded. The words struck a nerve he hadn't realized was exposed. He had spent years clinging to his rage, his thirst for vengeance, but what would be left when that fire burned out? The sound of distant footsteps snapped him from his thoughts. Both marines turned, their weapons raised as a group of…mehr

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Caelus didn't reply. His gaze remained fixed on the horizon, his thoughts drifting back to the figure he had seen in the rift. It had spoken with certainty, its words laced with venom but also an uncomfortable truth. You are a weapon. A tool. And when your purpose is fulfilled, you will be discarded. The words struck a nerve he hadn't realized was exposed. He had spent years clinging to his rage, his thirst for vengeance, but what would be left when that fire burned out? The sound of distant footsteps snapped him from his thoughts. Both marines turned, their weapons raised as a group of figures emerged from the haze. They were Raven Guard, but they bore no sign of the corruption that had claimed their brothers. Their armor was battered but untainted, and their movements were cautious, their bolters trained on Caelus and Korvan. The leader stepped forward, his helm marked with the insignia of a Sergeant. He removed it, revealing a scarred face with piercing eyes that betrayed neither fear nor hostility. "You fought well," the Sergeant said, his voice steady but guarded. "Vel'kar's madness would have consumed this world if not for your actions." "Spare me your gratitude," Caelus replied coldly. "Why are you here?" The Sergeant's gaze hardened. "To ensure that his heresy ends with him. Whatever Vel'kar unleashed, it must be purged. Completely." Korvan smirked, lowering his weapon slightly. "Well, looks like we've got something in common after all. Fancy that." The Sergeant ignored him, his focus remaining on Caelus. "We tracked Vel'kar here, but we didn't arrive in time to stop him. You did. And now we need to ensure that whatever remains of his work is destroyed." Caelus's grip on his bolter tightened. "His work is already gone." The Sergeant's eyes narrowed. "Is it? Or is there more that you haven't told us?" Before Caelus could respond, the ground beneath them trembled. A faint hum filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. The marines turned toward the source, their expressions darkening as a new light appeared on the horizon-faint but growing. It was another rift. Smaller, but pulsing with the same sickly energy as the first. Korvan groaned. "Oh, come on. Didn't we just deal with this?" Caelus's voice was grim, his resolve hardening. "It's not over."
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