Zeriah Locas trudged through the twisted lands of the warp with his sword drawn in-case he had to fight. The Fallen Angle had lost track of how long he was there since the destruction of Caliban it may have been months or years. But he wasn't going to dwell on it he had to keep an eye out for daemons or traitor marines.
 
[i] "Warriors from all Universes, hear our voice. Once again, we decided to bring a new confront to decide the destiny of our beloved Multiverse. However, it is by your hands that we will seek who is the one that deserves to rule the grand space that envelops life. If you heard this, answer with your heart, decide your will into this event and..."[/i]

[b]Shape the Future!![/b]

In an instance the Fallen was trasported to a strange place "By terra were am I?" he said to himself looking round.