Noise

Other voices, louder than that of the Master, roared in his ear, bellowing wordlessly. It was the raw, throbbing roar of a fire, the growing pulse of a frigate’s engines nearing overload, or the crackle of a comet impacting upon a defence shield. It was the voice of doom and damnation, the bellow of the warp-leviathan before it swallowed you whole. It was the scream of ten thousand gutted Space Marines and of their corpse-emperor as well. It was the howl of the unborn and the never dying, of fates broken and destinies never to come to fruition. Skaranx knelt and clawed at his head, trying to pry his helm off as the sound smashed through him and his brain pulsed in white-hot agony.



Remorseless