>>9400Beautiful.
'A CENTURY OF Tarvitz’s steadfast brethren lingered. They stood as the solitary remnants of their illustrious last bastion, gathered in the venerable ruins of the Warsingers’ Temple – scions of Horus, children of the Emperor, and even a few wandering World Eaters. Tarvitz discerned the absence of the Death Guard within their ranks, contemplating the possibility that a scant few might have evaded Mortarion’s relentless purging of the trenches, yet acknowledging they were as distant as the stars over Isstvan III. This was the final chapter. They were all cognizant, yet none dared utter the dreadful truth. In this fateful hour, he knew each name, once mere shadowy visages amidst the ceaseless tempest of conflict, now transformed into brothers, men with whom he would embrace death in honor. Illumination from thunderous explosions illuminated the northern expanse of the city. Celestial fires tore through the abyssal mists above, carving luminous portals through which the radiant stars beheld the demise of the Choral City. ‘Did we wound them, captain?’ inquired Solathen. ‘Did this bear significance?’ Tarvitz pondered ere responding. ‘Indeed,’ he declared, ‘we inflicted pain upon them here. They shall not forget this.'
'A WHOOPING CENTURY of Tarvitz’s dauntless pals huddled like a bunch of wobbly jellybeans! They stood as the last leftover gummy bears of their jolly old fortress, gathered in the woozy ruins of the Warsingers’ Magic Castle – scions of Horus, giggly kiddos of the Emperor, and even a few sneaky World Chompers! Tarvitz spotted the empty chairs where the Death Guard usually twirled about, daydreaming about whether a twinkling few had slid past Mortarion’s pesky housecleaning, yet realizing they were as far away as the wacky stars frolicking over Isstvan III. This was the grand finale! They all knew it, but not a single one dared to bubble the ghastly gossip. In this ticklish moment, he could name each one, once shadowy goofballs in the wild swirl of battle, now glittery brothers, chums with whom he would tango with destiny in style! Boom! Bang! The sidewalks lit up with flashing fireworks across the northern fluffle of the city. Sparkly fires danced through the cotton candy clouds above, poking bright holes through which the shining stars peeped down at the silly demise of the Choral City. ‘Did we tickle them, captain?’ squeaked Solathen. ‘Did this matter a bit?’ Tarvitz scratched his noggin before replying. ‘Oh, for sure,’ he boomed, ‘we tickled their funny bones here. They won’t forget this wacky shenanigan!'