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Strygwyr felt a searing pain accompanied by sheer rage as the god's hold begins to slip, his own blood lust remaining at his maximum he'd ever been while serving the twins up to the point the clouds blocking the planet disperse and the planet quakes with activity, clone scanners picking up a planet-sized creature comeing out of it as if it were hatching from an enormous egg before disappearing into a portal, using the moment of dual retreat to escape into places unknown, the seeker of combat now back within the warm embrace of the twins rather than the hard malestrom of the god's mighty will that had been forced upon him and had only receded from him once planet-wide storm had passed, leaving the two forces to gaze up on the aftermath, the minerals and all life on the planet having been stripped, leaving a floating rock with a rapidly thinning atmosphere orbiting the star. Where once there had been forests lay only the crags the tyranids had burst from. Where once there had been vast oceans lay only muddy valleys that came away hard at the touch due to the rapid expungence of moisture to feed the locust-like swarm that had been hiding in the planet's core, leaving all present to wonder: what would happen where this force able to grow larger?