[You led the Battle Sister squad in a fearless charge directly toward the hive entrance, power armor servos screaming at maximum output.]
[You raised the bolter gripped in your palm with swift precision, finger finding the trigger. You opened fire on the Astartes of the Seekers of Truth, each mass-reactive round screaming through the air with lethal purpose.]
[The Battle Sister squad following in your wake responded instantly. They raised their Godwyn-pattern bolters as one, creating a synchronized wall of fire. Continuous, devastating firepower poured toward every heretic standing between you and the hive entrance.]
[The Astartes of the Seekers of Truth detected your aggressive push almost immediately.]
[They pivoted, weapons tracking, began redirecting their fire to block your forward momentum. Multiple squads shifted position, creating overlapping fields of fire.]
[Bolt rounds streaked through the air one after another, piercing the night with their passage. Several brushed past your ceramite shell with millimeters to spare, scoring deep, terrifying gouges in the armor plating. Some rounds passed so close to your silver metal skull that you felt the displaced air like physical pressure against the exposed metal.]
[At that critical moment, it seemed as though new orders had been transmitted from Canoness Superior Jayna.]
[Battle Sisters wielding heavy flamers drove their blood-red power armor forward. They emerged from every corner of the battlefield simultaneously, converging on your position like crimson lightning bolts.]
[These Battle Sisters released angry battle roars that rose above the weapons fire, their voices raw with righteous fury.]
[They actually withstood the sustained bolter bombardment from the Seekers of Truth, pushing through fire that would have annihilated normal troops. They closed to point-blank range of the Astartes positions, then pulled their flamer triggers without the slightest hesitation.]
[In an instant, massive gouts of extremely hot promethium flame completely engulfed every nearby Astartes battle-brother. The fire moved like living things, flowing into every gap and seam. Only a handful of exceptionally fortunate warriors managed to evade the burning baptism.]
[You heard tragic howls erupting from the Astartes brothers caught in the inferno. Their power armor, repeatedly scorched by promethium flame, had transformed into walking torture devices. The ceramite conducted heat inward, cooking the enhanced warriors inside their own protective shells.]
[But even suffering such agony, the tall figures wrapped completely in high-temperature flames still launched desperate charges toward the Battle Sisters who had closed to melee range. They sought to drag their killers into death alongside them.]
[The next moment, roaring chainswords appeared in the Battle Sisters' palms, teeth already spinning to lethal speeds.]
[They rushed toward the burning Astartes without fear, launching cruel and ruthless close-quarters combat. Steel met flesh, faith met corruption.]
[Several Battle Sisters with no time to dodge found themselves seized in crushing bear hugs by dying Astartes. The terrifying promethium flames instantly engulfed both combatants' tall figures, creating pyres of intertwined bodies.]
[Other Astartes had their power armor forcibly sawed open by chainswords wielded with surgical precision. The Sisters cut through ceramite, severed necks completely, transforming their enemies into headless torches of flame that toppled and lay still.]
[You led your Battle Sister squad, who had switched to chainswords for close combat, directly into this nightmarish melee.]
[You continued swinging your roaring chainsword in devastating arcs. You used your heavy shoulder armor as a weapon, slamming into an Astartes who rushed toward you with burning arms outstretched.]
[However, wisps of promethium flame clinging to the corrupted warrior's body immediately transferred to you. The fire caught and spread with terrifying speed.]
[The searing high temperature burned away half your face in seconds. Skin blackened, blistered, peeled away. Flesh beneath charred and fell from bone. Only half your facial skeleton remained, charred bone and gleaming silver skull.]
[You suddenly opened your only remaining blood-red eye, the other socket now empty and smoking. Your lips had burned away completely, exposing gums and teeth in a permanent death's-head grin.]
[You roared with animalistic fury, the sound emerging from a ruined throat.]
[The rapidly rotating chainsword in your grip bit deep, forcing its way into the Astartes' power armor. The teeth chewed through ceramite and flesh, completely tearing apart both hearts inside his chest cavity. Blood sprayed in arterial fountains, coating your already damaged armor.]
[You delivered a powerful kick to the Astartes' still-standing corpse, sending the tall body crashing backward.]
[You pressed forward relentlessly, leading the seven remaining Battle Sisters through the unextinguished sea of promethium fire. Flames licked at your armor, adding new scorch marks to existing damage.]
[You finally reached the hive entrance.]
[A considerable number of the local Planetary Defense Forces had discovered the horrific changes occurring inside the hive city. They'd made their choice.]
[These soldiers redirected their weapons, abandoning their previous allegiances. They now fought fiercely against their former colleagues and the corrupted angels, defending their only home with desperate courage.]
[With half your face showing injuries beyond describing, you assumed command authority over the Planetary Defense Forces. You raised the blood-stained chainsword high, a gesture of absolute authority. Almost no one dared resist your harsh decisions, not when confronted with your terrifying appearance and iron will.]
[You issued orders without inflection or mercy. The local defense forces who had switched sides would charge the hive entrance gate immediately, clearing the way for the Sisters.]
[Most soldiers hesitated for only a heartbeat before rushing forward with lasguns raised, their courage driven by necessity and horror at what lurked within.]
[Simultaneously, additional Battle Sister squads passed through the battlefield burning with high-temperature flames. They arrived rapidly behind your position, reinforcements joining the assault.]
[You turned your head, the motion sending fresh pain lancing through your ruined face. You glimpsed Canoness Jayna approaching.]
[You relinquished command authority without hesitation, waving your chainsword in acknowledgment. Then you threw yourself back into the offensive charge at the hive entrance.]
[With more Battle Sisters joining the assault, casualties mounted catastrophically on both sides. The local defense forces and the Astartes regiment stationed at the hive entrance bled each other white.]
[You roared again, a sound more beast than human. Blood flowed continuously from the exposed half of your face, pouring down inside your power armor. The liquid pooled in your suit, warm and sticky against your skin.]
[You seemed completely unaware of the blood loss.]
[You chopped down an Astartes brother who attempted to block your path. The rapidly rotating teeth of your chainsword cut clean through his neck, severing his head completely. It tumbled away, helmet rolling across blood-slicked ground.]
[You shook accumulated gore from the chainsword with a ferocious expression that your exposed skull made horrifyingly effective.]
[You led the three remaining Battle Sisters who still stood at your side. Together you rushed into the upper levels of the hive city.]
[You immediately spotted Chapter Master Gallus. He stood in the center of a massive ritual circle, using the flesh and blood of countless hive civilians to paint arcane symbols on the ground. The preparations for a Chaos ritual were nearly complete.]
[You even recognized a familiar figure standing directly beside him.]
[The daemon-hunting Inquisitor named Amara.]
["Gallus! Amara! Come forth and die!" You opened your blood-red eye as wide as the damaged socket allowed, roaring at them with every remaining shred of strength.]
[At that moment, Chapter Master Gallus turned his head. His face bore visible traces of mutation: small feathers or fine scales breaking through skin, evidence of Tzeentch's corruption.]
[He stared directly at you.]
["Lies! Lies! Lies!" He suddenly released an angry roar that echoed throughout the chamber, the word repeated like a mantra of madness.]
[One by one, Astartes brothers wielding chainswords and crackling power weapons rushed toward your position with lethal intent.]
[You drew a deep breath through your ruined nose and mouth, tasting blood and ash.]
[You felt the nerves and blood vessels beneath your silver skull burning fiercely, each pulse sending waves of agony through your consciousness.]
[The intense pain radiating from your destroyed face threatened to drag your mental will into hazy unconsciousness. You fought against the encroaching darkness with pure stubborn determination.]
[You activated your power armor's emergency combat stimulants without hesitation. Chemical cocktails flooded your system, pushing back the pain temporarily.]
[You clenched the roaring chainsword gripped in your palm.]
[You swung the weapon at an oncoming Astartes, putting your entire body behind the strike.]
[Instantly, both chainswords collided with tremendous force. Rapidly rotating teeth ground against each other, throwing countless dazzling sparks in every direction. The shriek of tortured metal filled the air.]
[You swung your other fist, the massive gauntlet wrapped in damaged power armor plating.]
[The Astartes locked in combat with you didn't move to dodge. He seemed confident his metal helmet would absorb the impact.]
[Unfortunately for him, when your heavy fist connected, it shattered most of the helmet's structure. Countless fragments of broken ceramite penetrated deep into his face and skull, driving inward like shrapnel.]
[Simultaneously, a Battle Sister who had remained at your side approached swinging her own roaring chainsword.]
[The next moment, countless rapidly rotating teeth embedded into the Astartes' tall body without mercy. The blade tore through power armor and the fragile flesh beneath, opening him from shoulder to hip.]
[Then, accompanied by the heavy sound of mag-boots stomping against the hive floor, more Battle Sisters poured into the interior.]
[These warriors wearing blood-red power armor passed by you like crimson lightning. Their movements blurred with speed and purpose.]
[They proved extremely fierce, rushing toward the corrupted Astartes brothers with absolute commitment.]
[In an instant, the Seekers of Truth, already devastated by losses and now suffering catastrophic casualties, fell into severe tactical disadvantage.]
[The Astartes brothers, reduced to barely fifty warriors, were forced to cease their charges.]
[They retreated while fighting, spontaneously forming an extremely solid defensive array around Chapter Master Gallus as he continued arranging his Chaos ritual.]
[At that moment, Canoness Superior Jayna joined the battle. A pure white battle standard flew above her power pack, the fabric snapping like thunder.]
[She waved her crackling power claw with devastating effect.]
[Her agile figure wrapped in blood-red power armor moved far faster and more precisely than the surrounding Battle Sisters. Her attacks and combat techniques proved cleaner, more efficient, refined by centuries of experience.]
[Countless gouts of hot blood from slain Astartes brothers splashed across her power armor, painting it in layers of gore.]
[You shook your gradually swimming head, fighting against encroaching unconsciousness.]
[You slapped your silver skull where blood vessels seemed ready to burst through the metal.]
[You bent down, retrieving a power sword dropped by a fallen enemy. The weapon hummed to life in your grip, its energy field crackling.]
[You drew a deep breath of turbid air thick with overwhelming blood-scent.]
[You wielded both chainsword and power sword, dual weapons ready. You threw yourself back into the charge against the Seekers of Truth.]
[However, the corrupted Chapter, now trapped in desperate circumstances, seemed to have unleashed the tenacious fighting will inherent to all Astartes brothers. Even facing annihilation, they would sell their lives dearly.]
[Though the fearless Battle Sisters launched repeated assaults at the cost of their own lives, breaking through the defensive array proved impossible in the short term. The Seekers of Truth held with fanatic determination.]
[You had just finished killing a seriously wounded Astartes when multiple power swords swung toward you simultaneously, forcing you back several steps.]
[You turned your gaze instinctively.]
[You witnessed something that froze your blood despite the pain and stimulants.]
[The supposed daemon-hunting Inquisitor Amara, standing beside Chapter Master Gallus, slowly raised both palms skyward.]
[You clearly sensed an extremely powerful wave of Chaos sorcery beginning to brew rapidly in her upraised hands. Warp energy coalesced, reality thinning around her like tissue paper.]
["Sisters! Amara is the Tzeentch daemon spreading corruption! Stop her Chaos sorcery! Don't let her open the daemon portal!" You opened your blood-red single eye as wide as possible, shouting toward the Battle Sisters without looking back.]
["For the Emperor!" you roared through gritted teeth, the words emerging as a thunderous battle cry.]
[You drove your power armor forward one final time, the servos protesting but obeying. You launched a desperate charge, weapons raised, knowing this might be your last.]
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