Forbidden Power: The Black Depths by Games Workshop LTD

Author:Games Workshop LTD
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Games Workshop LTD
Published: 2019-05-22T17:48:42+00:00

More and more bolts of lightning were slamming down from on high, unleashing more Stormcast Eternals into the thick of the fighting. Shadows flickered across King Ecraviir, and he looked up to see glorious winged figures sweep across the skies, hurling javelins that sank into the Nighthaunt mass before detonating in a blinding spray of lightning.

‘Come,’ Blacktide roared. ‘Let us show these humans how the warriors of the deep make war!’

With that he urged Savrentis forwards. Ahead, the wing-helmed knight that led the Nighthaunt charge was exchanging blows with the Stormcast lord, sparks flying as hammer met cursed blade.

A weapon in each hand, Blacktide urged his Deepmare forwards, making for the duelling warriors. Skull-faced spirits swooped down upon him as Savrentis soared through the carnage, their chill breath causing bitter rimefrost to creep across his armour. The wretches met nothing but the killing edge of his blades.

Then he was through the swirling mass of incorporeal forms, bearing down upon the Nighthaunt general still locked in single combat with the Stormcast lord.

‘For the Cythai!’ he roared, and the spectral knight’s rusted helm swivelled to face him. ‘For Volturnos, and the First Enclave!’

Blacktide thrust his glaive straight into that eyeless face, and felt an icy pain shiver up his arm as the weapon sank deep into ethereal matter. The ghost-knight began to shiver and flicker, his helm crumpling, his verdigrised blade crumbling to dust. Blacktide hacked down with his sword, and with that blow the entity came apart in a burst of deathly green light.

With the spirit’s unmaking, the swirling Nighthaunts seemed to lose their cohesion. The flanking charge of the skeletal spearmen had been broken, driven back by the violent assault of the Anvils of the Heldenhammer. So too did Blacktide see his own warriors regrouping, the Morrsarr Guard wheeling and charging again and again into the flank of the ghostly horde, unleashing blast after blast of biovoltaic energy. For now, the enemy had been repelled, but it would be nothing but a temporary reprieve – the emerald glare of balefire shone on the horizon, growing more potent by the second.

King Ecraviir heard a low snarl, and turned to stare into the face of the Anvil leader’s reptilian mount, its eyes narrowed. Savrentis hissed in kind, lowering its own horned head. The Stormcast Eternal patted his steed’s flank, and gave a deep bow. His eyes were pools of violet light that blazed within that merciless war mask.

‘Sea-King,’ the black-armoured warrior said, in a deep and rasping voice. ‘I am Lord-Celestant Vanderghule of the Soulguard, and it is mine honour to command the city’s armies. Thou hast fought well this day. Neither Lethis nor the God-King shall soon forget it.’

‘Tell it to the dead,’ said King Ecraviir. ‘Too many of my kin have been sacrificed already.’

‘The debt shall be repaid,’ said the armoured giant, nodding. ‘Thy bravery hast earned us precious time, but death does not relent. We must retreat, to the walls of my city. The hour is won, but the battle for Lethis is yet to begin.

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