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The sky seemed to twist and turn, and Eclipse could sense some powerful extradimensional force battering at the laws of reality. The Warp Storm seems to intensify, even as a massive hole opens in the sky. And much as the Necron Armies had been pulled to this world mere moments before, it seemed a new horror would unveil itself. For looking up through the perfectly clear sky, a new moon could be seen in orbit around the planet. Or rather, a massive asteroid, upon which rested a fortress the size of a large city. Lightning crackled around it, revealing massive and powerful force fields that shielded it from the Warp. And as Immorteth looked up, he would find the image likened in the Necron's vast database. And perhaps in some part of his mechanical mind, he could feel a shred of fear. An emotion that had been all but lost to the Necron race since the devouring of their souls.

This was the Rock of Eternity, the traveling headquarters of the Dark Angels. The first of the Space Marine Chapters, the first Legion of the First Founding, greatest among their brethren, and matched in their glory only by the Ultramarines. Above them floated a thousand of the Imperium's most dangerous and elite Space Marines, coupled with an army of supporting tanks and Dreadnoughts. In addition to this, the Rock seemed to have deployed it's battlefleet, great ships emerging from the sides of the rocky space station. Immorteth needed little more to realize what was to come.

Through the Warp rained a hailstorm of steel, as dozens of Drop Pods rained down on the Necron Armies. Squads of Warriors were instantly crushed, as the impact tore through walls and buildings. The massive steel carrying vessels opening to revealing squads of Space Marines, instantly engaging in silent battle, each shot aimed true. Each of these warriors was one of the Imperium's best, with hundreds of battles behind them. Expertly aimed shots shattered Necron skulls, as missiles and grenades shattered their orderly formations. A Dreadnought marched through the enemy lines, massive autocannon ripping through their armour even as the Gaus blasts ripped into it's own. But most deadly of all was the Deathwing, an army of 100 bone-white Terminators. The very first company, the elite of the elite. To have every single member fighting on the same battlefield was a nightmare come true, as they fired their massive Plasma Canons and unleashed volleys of missiles.

Immorteth looked back on his armies only to see the Monolith exploding, as what appeared to be a small nuclear missile struck it. He was cut off from the main body of his forces, and there were enemies all around. The Dark Angels were well coordinated, and even as their main forces engaged the Necron Army, no doubt their would be groups patrolling around their perimeter to annihilate stragglers. It was an odd reversal of the situation, as the Necron found himself suddenly in need of faster legs.

However, the Dark Angels' inevitable victory would not be an easy one. For the citizens of Tsubasa had been twisted into horrifying creatures, tendrils and claws extending from their bodies as they unleashed volleys of devastating Warp blasts on both sides. The forces of chaos spread destruction indiscriminately, emerging from the Warp to feast on the battlefield. For they had claimed this world with their storms, and their fury burned brighter than ever before.