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"The Three-Eyed King has long awaited this moment, the hour of which his destiny is at last unveiled. He leads an army of madness and rage, against which no sane being would willingly stand. Perhaps I am not sane, as I will fight one last time. Not for victory, but for survival, for the hope that a spark can endure. It is a slender hope, and the laughter of the Dark Gods rings loud in my ears... These are the End Times..."
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Though nearly one-third of Malekith's army was lost on the journey, the Witch King continued on with silent determination, going as far as to isolate himself from his generals. Some forty leagues short of Ghrond, Malekith's army was blocked by a massive horde of Daemons led by a mighty Bloodthirster of Khorne. Though powerful, the Witch King could not be denied entrance, and with the daemon's defeat, Malekith entered the Tower and found his mother. Morathi told her son that the End Times were nigh and that upon the shores of Ulthaun, not Naggaroth, that his destiny awaited him. Morathi's wisdom came with a significant caveat however. Though she did not deny the finality of the hour nor the rightfulness of his quest for the Phoenix Throne, she could not sanction an invasion while Naggaroth burned behind them. She bluntly warned that should he pursue that path, should he return to the lands of his birth, it would destroy everything that had ever made him her son. Prideful to the last, Malekith abandoned his mother and gathered what remained of his entire people to set sail on a fleet of Warships so massive that it stretched from horizon to horizon. Thus, upon the same hour that Teclis banished the daemons from the shores of Ulthuan, did the last great host of Naggaroth embark upon their fleet of Black Arks. Without a backwards glance to his burning Kingdom, Malekith looked fixed upon the land of Ulthuan, determined that, this time, there would be no going back.[3b]
Then a commanding voice boomed out as Commander Reban Greiss pushed himself towards the frontlines as his sword burned with a violet fire, its every stroke banishing a daemon with just a touch. Invigorated by his presence, the phalanx of Imperial soldiers braced their spears tighter whilst the front ranks of soldiers drew daggers to plunge it upon the eyes of the Tallyman's Blades, banishing them to the otherworld. What began as a desperate last stand turned into a massacre as the jaws of the Imperial army enclosed upon them. Fully a tenth of his forces have already been killed in the first hour alone. High upon the craterwalls, the brave men of the Bronzeballs unloaded shot after shot at the incoming Festerwing Drones, their hulking frames falling from the sky and crashing into their own ranks. Yet a single Festerwing Drone managed to bypass the firestorm and struck at their sergeant, Lutiger Swifts, forcing the Bronzeballs to flee.
Nine times more the fire burst forth from Malekiths blade, and in each came the likeness of Phoenix Kings from a past age. With the last of Asuryans strength, all the spirits of long-dead Phoenix Kings wiling fighting at the side of Malekith in repayment for their sins, each one fighting with all the passion and character they once held in life. Only Aenarion remained at rest, for he owed his people nothing. Seeing these might rulers at the side of Malekith, all the Elves whose hearts were wavered and arms tired fought newfound strength and purpose in their cause. In that final moment, all have finally come to accept the righteousness of Malekiths cause. When Morathi saw all of this, for the first time, a glint of doubt pierced the Hag Sorceress' self-assurance, but this was a fleeting moment and all that required was for her to look at Tyrions stern features for her assurance to be reinforced. The fact that Aenarion hadn't appeared was good enough for Morathi's blind love for her long-dead husband. And so, with a great effort Morathi used up all her powers to create a mighty brooding spectre of Aenarion of old and sent it straight towards her only son. It would've ended there, were it not for Bel-Shanaar slamming his staff upon the ground and rose aloft from a column of crackling light to stand in the spectres path, killing both in the process. Thus was Malekith saved from death and the Phoenix King felt little sympathy for his death.
Whilst other men would lost all hope, in this darkest of hours the last Men of the Empire fought on nonetheless. Marching out of the east gate, entire armies of heavily-armoured State Troops, hordes of Flagellants, squadrons of entire Knightly Orders, mighty artillery nest and steam tanks and even conclaves of mighty Battle Wizards from all across the Colleges stood upon the plains to do battle. It was one of the greatest and most powerful Imperial army this war will ever see, the last and most desperate cry of defiance of an already dead Empire. High above, like the men below, the Twin-Tailed Comet blaze defiantly brighter than it has ever had before, its glow eclipsing even the dreaded Chaos Moon on Ghehminisct Eve, its foulest of days. Its fire crackled with unnatural power as it appears to grow brighter and brighter with each passing moment. From below, the city of Altdorf stared into an abyss from which it could never return, its fate balanced on the blades of those massed around its walls. Across the fields, man, daemon and beast raised their warhorns and sounded their dreadful advance. The final battle for Mankind had begun.
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