The ground trembled beneath the relentless onslaught, the very earth seeming to recoil from the abominations that surged forward. Guardsmen, their faces masks of grim determination, formed a wavering line against the encroaching tide. The air was thick with the stench of burnt ozone and the coppery tang of blood, mingling with the acrid smoke of lasguns firing desperately into the encroaching darkness.

Sergeant Marius barked orders, his voice hoarse but unwavering, “Hold the line! For the Emperor, we do not falter!” His words were nearly drowned out by the guttural roars and unearthly howls of the abominations they faced