How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

The situation looks good. Although there are some casualties, the losses are still within the plan. The Iron Hands undoubtedly have the advantage in the first round of impact, but unfortunately, this is bound to be only temporary. It's still the same problem: they are ultimately at a disadvantage in terms of the number of troops, and the consumption in the confrontation is always real, and the supply of ammunition and energy will eventually run out. If the enemy wants to prolong this battle for a long time, then the only winners will be Fulgrim and his master.

"But he won't do that." Ferrus Manus, who was still calmly staying in the center of the army, explained this problem. "I know Fulgrim. He would think that such a method of winning step by step and steadily is not exciting enough."

"But you also have to consider the possibility that your estimate of him may not come true," Debbie said. "After 10,000 years, he may have changed."

Lindrick was a little closer to the front line than where this conversation was taking place. The Chief Librarian was surveying the battlefield, using psychic energy to buff his brothers, making the various machines of the Iron Hands run more harmoniously and energetically, and occasionally using psychic lightning to check for deficiencies in the defense line. Enkidu was not far behind him, looking at the battlefield with a bit of boredom in his eyes.

"I don't know." Ferrus, who was keeping abreast of the battle situation in the command link, was distracted and said stubbornly, "At least I haven't changed much in the past ten thousand years."

Unfortunately, there is no one around him who can or dares to talk back. Debit, who values ​​efficiency above all else, did not give any of the responses that the Iron Hands Primarch expected, but simply changed the subject: "How long do you think you can hold on?"

“Until the end,” Ferrus replied. “I am fighting a war of annihilation.”

"But what if the enemies keep coming?" Debbie's question was very realistic. "We can't hold on forever."

"Fulgrim will not have that kind of patience. He will definitely appear before we can no longer hold on." The Lord of Medusa's tone was as sure as if he was stating a common sense question like "one plus one equals two". "And as long as we can kill him, this matter will be over."

Debbie frowned and opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word, another feminine, lingering voice filled the silence in a strange way that everyone could hear and made their hair stand on end, amid the roar of artillery fire:

"Did you mean 'want to kill me', dear?"

There was undoubtedly magic in this voice. As soon as it appeared, it overshadowed all other sounds on the battlefield and made them completely unworthy of attention. Everyone's attention, no matter what they were doing at the time, was attracted by that voice at that moment. It should have been impossible to distinguish the direction. The sound resounded in all the space above, below, left and right, but anyone who heard it could turn their heads in the same direction accurately and focus their eyes on the person who was speaking without deviation:

There suddenly appeared a platform made of ivory, gold and white jade that did not exist, and on top was a closed bead curtain made of countless pearls and gems of different colors, so colorful that they seemed to be not from the real world. Two charming Great Keepers of Secrets were on the top of the platform, and they separated the dense bead curtains from the middle with ambiguous and seductive movements. Fulgrim, who had been under the influence of Slaanesh and had almost completely lost his former "Purple Phoenix" demeanor, slowly snaked down from the platform with a gorgeous smile on his face.

The dramatic appearance of a demon primarch temporarily stopped the sound of gunfire and metal clashing on the battlefield. When everyone's attention was unconsciously drawn, Ferrus broke it all with his bell-like voice:

"Long time no see, Fulgrim," he said calmly. "You have become much uglier."

Meow (peaceful)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 200 Look, I have a calm face and I am not angry at all

Just as it was surprising that Ferrus could speak of Fulgrim with such calmness, it was equally surprising how gracefully and calmly Fulgrim responded to this obvious insult to his appearance.

At least, that's how he seemed to act.

"Ten thousand years have passed, and you are still the same." The tone of the demon primarch was as if he was talking to an old friend who had not seen him for a long time, but his smooth voice was still drenched in the poison that tempted people to fall. "You are a little... dull in your sensitivity to 'beauty'."

"If a work of art cannot correctly convey the meaning it should express to the viewer, then it cannot be called 'art', but can only be called a failed piece of garbage." Ferrus retorted calmly and firmly, "I heard this truth on the 'Emperor's Pride'."

After realizing the hidden meaning of this sentence, the “failed trash” who was attacked by the boomerang that suddenly flew back after ten thousand years and pierced his heart looked slightly gloomy: “I didn’t expect you to still remember things from such a long time ago. This really makes me happy.”

——The Iron Hands Primarch responded by firing an incendiary bullet straight at the opponent's throat.

Even though this was a sneak attack from an unnoticed corner using the mechanical arm on the backpack, Ferrus did not think that the bullet could successfully hit the target. With the Primarch's reaction speed, he could even clearly see that Fulgrim on the other side of the battlefield showed a little hesitation when the fire appeared on the muzzle of the gun, and then decided to move to avoid the attack, and finally succeeded with an elegant and calm movement that was almost like dancing.

But it doesn't matter, this is within Ferrus's calculation. The bullet's original intention was not entirely to attack, and at the moment it was fired, it also carried a sentence that Ferrus hoped it could convey to the other party:

I have nothing more to say to you.

Fulgrim had always been considerate ten thousand years ago, and the demon primarch ten thousand years later could still easily read the Gorgon's mind. The pink-purple basilisk rolled meaninglessly on the spot, and as if celebrating, it let out a strange laugh that could never be made by a vocal organ similar to that of a human, and then reproached in an almost angry tone: "Ah, my old friend, you are so heartless."

Ferrus did not reply. He simply separated the guards in front of him, or rather, the guards in front of him, under some inexplicable supernatural pressure from the two primarchs, took the initiative to make way for the Chapter's Gene Father. Aether rolled and surged around the Iron Hand Primarch according to his own will, filling in those functions that were previously difficult to fully display due to the suppression of the real universe.

In this environment where the warp and reality are mixed, the equipment and functions carried on the mechanical backpack behind the "Medusa Carapace" are further expanded due to the filling of ether. The silver-white activated metal on the "Iron Hand" winds up along the Gorgon's exposed skin, and the golden particles gather in those hands to form the exquisite and majestic appearance of the furnace breaker hammer. The fully armed Ferrus Manus treads heavily on the path made by his offspring, slowly approaching the snake demon in the distance who is once again excited because of something that ordinary people cannot understand.

"I take back what I said before." The demon primarch laughed crazily, raising the scimitars in his four hands, which seemed to be drawn from the void. They were decorated with gorgeous ornaments and glowed with aura and venom on the soft curves. "You still keep the gift I gave you! God, Ferrus, I am so moved that I don't know what to say!"

"Then shut your damn mouth—"

In a flash, the Forgebreaker was in Ferrus's hand, smashing down on Fulgrim from top to bottom. This was the first blow that would kick off the entire battle, but the ferocious Gorgon did not leave himself any room, and instead used the move with all the strength of a Primarch. This allowed his opponent to confirm that he was not as calm as he appeared.

This realization brought Fulgrim another burst of ecstasy. The Daemon Primarch could easily dodge the mighty blow of the hammer, but the impulse of ecstasy caused him to use his coiled snake tail to stabilize himself in place, and use the four blades in his hands, which were particularly slender compared to the Forgebreaker, to resist Ferrus' heavy blow that could destroy mountains and collapse mountains.

It was a thunderous sound that shook the earth. The battlefield, which had been briefly stagnant, was restarted by this signal, and the opposing sides began fighting again.

The battles that had been paused by Fulgrim's dramatic appearance resumed for the second round, with the two Great Keepers of Secrets smiling lewdly and obscenely, trying to get a piece of the pie in this chaotic situation. In contrast, the light of psychic lightning lit up on Lindrick's Heartforged Staff, and Enkidu simply jumped out from the center of the army. According to his own judgment of the current situation, he was ready to quickly deal with the two Slaanesh Daemons with the assistance of the Iron Hands' heavy firepower, and after eliminating the crisis of the collapse of the front line, he would free up his hands to help Ferrus fight Fulgrim.

If we judge by the logic of physics, the four swords in Fulgrim's hand should have been smashed into pieces under such an attack, but they were not. Weapons mixed with the power of the warp will always show unexpected performance in all aspects, but this cannot change the fact that their masters will still be injured under such an attack.

The impact force transmitted by the Hearthbreaker still flowed into the current body of the serpent demon along the blade, destroying his flesh and transmitting to the ground along his tail. The aftermath still caused the earth, which was not sure whether it was real or not, to tremble. Not to mention, the energy, force field, and psychic energy indicated by the arc wrapped around the hammer caused real damage to the demon primarch at such a close distance, causing his pearly and delicate skin to turn black and destroying the shell of his carefully decorated armor. Fulgrim screamed loudly, but no one could tell whether the emotion contained in this scream was more pain or joy.

"I am almost touching the rage burning in your heart!" The Primarch, who had become a servant of the Lord of Pleasure, said happily during the dazzling and swift clash of swords that was almost impossible for the unenhanced vision to catch up with. "Can I dig out a heart gushing out molten blood from your current body? Don't worry, I will leave you another one, because I don't want to kill you yet-"

"——But I want to kill you!" Ferrus' roar even drowned out the sounds of the various machines operating and firing behind him. "And this time, I won't make any mistakes again——I will do this!"

The gravity generator and flamethrower behind the Medusa carapace began to take effect at the same time their master uttered these words, trying to trap the enemy in place without leaving a trace and then burn it to ashes. Ferrus was sure that he had indeed enveloped Fulgrim within the area where the gravity generator would take effect. The weapon was continuing to operate at a power that could directly crush a Rand, but Fulgrim only looked a little surprised; after the light of the flames was also pressed up, Gorgon keenly discovered that the shadow that should have been trapped in it still slid away from the flames like a swimming fish, and even had the energy to chuckle and mock him:

"I urge you not to waste your energy, old friend. Fate is undoubtedly on my side this time."

As the serpent demon's proud declaration echoed throughout the battlefield, intended to be heard clearly by all the sons of the Gorgon, Deppit frowned thoughtfully.

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 201: Arm Wrestling with the True God

In this universe, the thing called "fate" can be regarded as "Tzeentch" in certain contexts.

Because not long ago, Enkidu expressed his doubts about "Do the 'Lord of Pleasure' and the 'Lord of Change' have a good relationship?" Debit judged that in what Fulgrim said, the meaning of the word "fate" was in line with the above context.

In this case, although no servants of the Lord of Change have appeared on the battlefield so far, the influence of this Chaos Mighty One on the situation in other aspects should not be underestimated. Even in Debit's original universe, things like "fate" and "cause and effect" are factors that are difficult to get rid of, let alone the current situation where it is almost certain that "there is a malicious operator behind the scenes manipulating everything."

But although Tzeentch is one of the four Chaos Powers in this universe, it is obviously impossible for Him to create something out of nothing when He manipulates fate. Fujimaru Ritsuka once explained in detail to Debit and Tezcatlipoca the contradictory powers of this Warp God. Although He can arbitrarily manipulate the direction of fate with a seemingly omniscient attitude, He cannot be truly "omniscient". "Manipulating fate" is not something that is completely free for Him and can be done at will.

Simply put, if He wants to "play with the thread of fate", He must first meet this prerequisite: that "thread" must exist and He must be able to "touch it".

For example, for "outsiders without threads" like Fujimaru Ritsuka or Debit, Tzeentch's influence on them is very limited, and he can only reluctantly guide their fate by influencing other people, things, and objects that are not directly related to them. For another example, although the Emperor is indeed a native of this universe, Tzeentch obviously has no way to directly control the fate of the golden sun that is projected in the subspace opposite to Terra and is burning brightly - unless He himself does not want to die.

But back to the current situation, whether it is Ferrus Manus or all the members of the Iron Hands, their fate is obviously not in line with the above two special cases, and they can only be exposed to the malicious fingers of the Lord of Change without any defense. If Fulgrim is true, and the attack he launched is really under the watchful eyes of Tzeentch, then if the Iron Hands want to win, it is tantamount to wrestling with a true god head-on.

——And if they "want to win", they need to first meet a prerequisite: find the table used for arm wrestling, otherwise everything that follows will be meaningless.

If this problem were only placed in this universe, Tzeentch might have gone to great lengths to turn it into an unsolvable problem. The Lord of Change certainly has the ability to hide the table while his opponent is watching. Even if the latter is about to discover its existence by accident, the Supreme Eagle, who has never intended to play a fair fight, can rely on his control over the myriad things in the warp to immediately discover the omissions in his plan and make corresponding adjustments to ensure that before the dust settles, the table remains invisible or out of reach to anyone other than himself.

Unfortunately, in the current battle, He overlooked the existence of Debit. Perhaps because of the latter's identity as an "outsider", or perhaps because of Tezcatlipoca's intentional care, Debit had already realized the existence of "the table" before everyone set out: the three myths of Jericho, Gorgon, and Istavian V. Regardless of whether Tzeentch discovered this, He obviously did not take any action.

However, why are there three stories like this?

Istvan V is the easiest to understand, but also the most difficult to crack. Fulgrim did kill Ferrus Manus once, and as long as the two appear on the same battlefield, the replay of this "drama" is almost inevitable, and there is no need for Tzeentch to intervene.

The Gorgon legend seems a bit strange here, but it is not completely incomprehensible. Perhaps Tzeentch hopes to replay the scene of "Perseus slaying the Gorgon with the help of the gods". But if you ignore the nickname "Gorgon" that Ferrus has, no matter how you look at it, Fulgrim is now more in line with the description of "monster" and "snake-related monster";

The most incomprehensible thing is the legend of Jericho. The entire fleet did not encounter any visible obstacles on the way to Jericho. Until the warships of the Emperor's Children suddenly appeared, everything was very smooth, and there was no sign of "something coming true". Debit frowned in the increasingly fierce artillery fire around him as time went by, and repeatedly reviewed all the information he knew about the myths and Jericho itself in his mind, and then vaguely realized one thing:

After confirming that Tzeentch is watching and that the name of this planet "Jerrick" is most likely not a mere coincidence, if this "myth" does not happen now, it will happen before and after.

——In this universe, the origin of "Catholicism" itself is inseparable from the Emperor who has been secretly promoting the development of human civilization. Therefore, in a sense, the fact that "Ferrus took seven days to capture Jericho" during the Great Crusade may inadvertently coincide with the story that "the Lord gave the city of Jericho to His chosen people with a seven-day ritual of circumambulating the city." It may be a simple coincidence in itself, but it does give Tzeentch an opportunity to confuse "Jeric" and "Jericho" in concept. At least ten thousand years after the Mimir Treasury was built on this planet——

He suddenly realized that he and the Iron Hands had been stuck in a blind spot that those in the know took for granted. Just as he had judged not long ago, the "Legend of Jericho" that was strongly related to "God" had really become a deciding factor, and even a deciding factor that put them in a dilemma.

Suddenly realizing something was wrong, Debbie brought his consciousness back to reality, quickly looked around, and passed the Terminator guards who were still guarding the center of the army as ordered. At this time, about four minutes had passed since the melee started again, but he still managed to accurately catch the signal of Lindrick's power armor that was gradually approaching the front line of the battlefield in the chaos, and urgently sent a message to the Chief Think Tank: "What is the overall situation now? Is the Iron Hands going to lose?"

Normally, Lindrick, who was in the middle of a fierce battle, would not pay attention to such meaningless information that had nothing to do with the battle itself. However, Debit's words were too provocative, and no Iron Hand could tolerate such suspicion and would immediately regard it as an insult. The Chief Think Tank, who was already furious with the Great Secret Keeper running around, released the spell he was preparing with blazing anger, and then took advantage of the little gap to angrily retort: ​​"What are you talking about *Medusa swear words*! Of course the Iron Hands will win!"

"I'm not talking about things like combat objectives or expected will!" Debit's voice, very rarely, sounded more anxious than Lindrick's. "I need actual data and logical arguments! Do what you are best at! Then tell me if the Iron Hands will lose if we continue to deduce like this!"

Lindrick wanted to curse again, but the more rational part of his mind had already made him realize that Debbie must have asked this question for some reason. The chief think tank cursed the air while sinking part of his thoughts into the chain of command. It took him 0.3 seconds to retrieve the battle report data so far with his authority, and it took him another 0.1 second to realize that there might be something wrong:

There were too many "coincidences" happening on the battlefield that were generally favorable to the opponent. Just the "mechanical failure caused casualties to our members" was a coincidence that was so small in the Iron Hands Chapter that it could be almost ignored by the strict standards of the Astartes. It accounted for 7.4% of the reasons for casualties in the current battle report - and this trend was gradually increasing. In just four or five minutes, the number of casualties on the Iron Hands side on the battlefield was 42.86% higher than originally expected.

The iron-clad data immediately extinguished Lindrick's rage, but it was absolutely impossible for him to agree with Debbie's statement that "the Iron Hands will lose". After a half-second pause, he shouted in the communication channel amid the battlefield noise: "There is indeed something wrong with the data. There are too many "coincidences" that will cause damage to our side!"

"The legend of Jericho is indeed consistent with reality!" Debbie barely managed to rush to Lindrick's side at this time, "According to the legend, the 'Lord' once issued a decree, ordering everyone to enter the city of Jericho: 'You must not plunder property. Nothing can be taken for yourself.' Otherwise, the wrath of the 'Lord' will cause them to retreat in the next war!"

"What?" Lindrick had indeed heard this story from Debbie not long ago, but he did not immediately understand how this story resonated with reality. "But--"

"We all took it for granted that 'the collection in Mimir's treasury must belong to Ferrus Manus.'" Debit explained quickly, "But we can't ignore that this treasury has existed on the planet Jerrick for more than 10,000 years. With this degree of time accumulation, in mysticism, it can certainly be said that 'everything in the treasury also belongs to Jerrick.'"

When they were in Mimir's treasury, no one could have imagined that the toy-like "generator" that Ferrus took out of it would determine their fate in the next battle.

Meow (peaceful)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 202: Poor coordination

"What if we put that thing back?" Lindrick suggested tentatively, "We could have a small team to do it."

"Not very realistic." Debbie retorted calmly, "Let's not talk about how we can find the approximate location of the treasure house in the current environment - the anger of the 'God' can only be appeased by blood sacrifice. It was Ferrus himself who intended to take the equipment away from 'Jerrick'. If he thought about 'appeasing the anger of God', any action with this goal would only accelerate his death in the end."

Failure to resolve this problem would only lead to the inevitable failure of the warband under the influence of fate, and if they tried to resolve this problem, they would eventually kill their gene father under the influence of fate. This dilemma made Lindrick hesitate for a rare time, and for a while he could not think of any solution to break the deadlock.

No matter which choice you make, it will only lead to a bad result, which sounds very Tzeentchian. The Lord of Change's main contribution in this matter is obviously not on the front battlefield. The "Legend of Jericho" has indeed become Chaos's winning hand at the moment.

"Do you have any suggestions for the current situation?" Lindrick asked Debbie without much hope, and the latter answered a little disappointingly but completely expectedly:

"No. This kind of 'improvisation' is not my strong point. I am better at 'turning the table' tactics after sufficient planning and preparation - but now I obviously don't have that kind of time."

For some reason, Depp chose to take off the helmet on his void suit at this time. This was a rather risky behavior. If the air pressure environment in this space was still the same as that on the surface of Jerick, Depp, who was no different from an ordinary mortal in terms of physiological structure, would undoubtedly die immediately on the spot due to the pressure difference between the inside and outside of his body if he removed his protection. But things in the subspace are difficult to explain clearly. At least in this space where reality and fantasy are mixed, Depp, who took off his helmet, seemed to be alive and well, and would continue to be "alive and well".

"Sixteen minutes." He suddenly said this, throwing his helmet aside. "Now we must withdraw our troops and reorganize our situation. Use these sixteen minutes to hold a combat meeting and come up with a way to escape this so-called 'fate'."

As he said this, Debbie was already moving forward, heading for the front line where the fighting was more intense. Because he had thrown away his helmet, he could no longer receive the internal call, and Lindrick, who was puzzled by this, had to shout at him in the midst of the flying gunfire: "What are you talking about? What 'sixteen minutes'?"

"I expect I can hold out for sixteen minutes," Debbie said without turning his head.

-

Although their relationship was ordinary and there was hardly any interference or even conversation between them, now, judging only from the mystical perspective of contractual subordination, Enkidu was indeed Debito's servant.

The Master had clearly issued an order through the telepathic communication of the contract, and in this case, Enkidu, as a Servant, had no reason not to obey - "divine weapons" were still "weapons", and weapons had to be wielded by others. Even after becoming a Heroic Spirit, he still had no objection to the fact that he had to fight according to the Master's orders.

Of course, whether he would obey the corresponding order is another matter. But at the moment, after building a trusting relationship with Debito through Fujimaru Ritsuka, Enkidu has understood what his current master intends to do through the order itself. At least at this moment, he has no reason to disobey this order.

After using swords and halberds fashioned from the treasure "Age of Babylon" to tear apart one Great Keeper of Secrets, and forcing another into a dead end surrounded by fire, lightning and lasers, which was prepared for it by the Iron Hand and made of promethium, psionic energy, decomposition fields and energy weapons, Enkidu deftly withdrew from this battlefield and rushed to the other side of the battlefield which was "beyond human reach".

The ongoing battle between Fulgrim and Ferrus Manus was still in full swing. With the two men fighting, there was a large open space around them. As long as they got a little closer, either side of the battlefield would be easily swept into the violent whirlwind in the middle, and then crushed to pieces.

The scene of the two enraged Primarchs fighting each other with all their might was like a serious natural disaster. Fulgrim wielded the four scimitars in his hands tightly, and his swordsmanship, which had become even more exquisite after his fall, was aimed at the fatal parts of Ferrus; the latter responded with the armor on his body and the countless mechanical arms on his back with unimaginable power and effects. The aftermath of the weapons mercilessly cut and melted the ground, leaving craters of various shapes.

In this unstable environment, the earth trembled with fear because of this battle that should be sung in an epic way. If there were any physical structures such as cities or mountains that rose above the horizon, they would be flattened without a care in the world by this magnificent and cruel struggle. The contest between the primarchs was so terrible that it was obviously unwise for anyone to try to confront it head-on.

——But Enkidu, no matter from which angle you judge him, cannot be considered a "human".

The divine weapon approached the daunting battlefield with ease, deftly avoiding the stray bullets and aftermath of the battle between the two sides, accurately found a gap, or in other words, used the support of the earth and soil to shape the weapon, and "created" a gap for the fight, and then immediately launched the function of "Enkidu", directly inserting it into the battle between the two in the form of a chain. While blocking or avoiding the somewhat emotional pursuit of Fulgrim, who was dissatisfied with this, he also trapped Ferrus, who was obviously "a little" drunk, with a chain, and dragged the latter out of the battlefield in two breaths.

"What are you doing?!" The Iron Hands Primarch, who was already familiar with Enkidu's chains and knew that he was a friendly force, but was still angry, rebuked him unhappily, "This is different from the plan we originally agreed on!"

"The situation has changed. My master requires a new combat meeting." The clay doll floating in the air beside the chain answered him and continued to drag him behind the front line.

"How can it be--"

Ferrus was trying to say that abrupt retreat was not a realistic option, both rationally and emotionally, but he stopped short as he realized that two seconds had passed and Fulgrim had not continued to pursue him.

For a Primarch, a two-second gap was undoubtedly a major mistake. Ferrus therefore turned his gaze back to the battlefield, which had suddenly become silent for some reason, with a little confusion.

——At this moment, he inexplicably understood the words "Debbie has poor coordination and is completely incapable of cooperating with anyone on the battlefield", which came from Fujimaru Ritsuka, and seemed too extreme and absolute to him. He couldn't tell what was happening on the battlefield, and even with the wisdom of the Primarch, he couldn't really understand what was going on in front of him, but the thinking that the Emperor had placed in him when he created the Primarch, which was no different from that of humans, instinctively made him understand a fact:

Debbit Zem Woyd, even if he passed the most stringent genetic tests, even if his appearance, physiological structure and functions could undoubtedly be classified as a "mortal", he was still "not human".

A rift that led neither to the subspace nor to the real universe opened up in this space. What could be seen from it was something pure and dark...

A monster that is beyond human comprehension.

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 203 Debit Zemvoyd

"A name affects a person's fate", this is similarly demonstrated in all kinds of mysticism. Although the degree to which this is reflected in reality varies depending on geography, folklore, culture, etc., no matter what, as long as you have a little knowledge of mysticism, you will inevitably come across the saying that "a name is closely linked to the fate of the person concerned".

The same is true for Debbie - but it is not that he was influenced by the name, but that he chose his own name after being "influenced":

Day-bit, the smallest day, symbolizes that he can only retain five minutes of memory in a day;

Sem, the abbreviation of the German word Semite, symbolizes his descent as a researcher of Semitic culture, and also implies the starting point of the "fate" that will always entangle him;

Void, the endless universe, the eternal entropy, the darkness that devours everything——

Being forever connected to him, perhaps a nightmare that cannot be escaped until the heat death of the universe.

This "nightmare" is rapidly manifesting on the battlefield in a real form under Debit's will.

Layers of dark shadows, wrapped in mist, descended from the opened "certain cracks". From a visual perspective, this is what happened, but the feelings these things brought to anyone present, or any "sentient creature", through their "existence" were not something that could be fully summarized by the weak and one-sided sense of "vision".