The Dominus Bellorum swung its vast, cathedral-like prow. The Nova Cannon—a weapon that fired a projectile at near-light speed—cycled its final charge. The aim was not at the Blade of Antwyr . It was at the drifting Righteous Wrath .
The gas giant, Praxis VI, had been ruptured, its core venting plasma that ignited into a permanent, hellish nebula. Within that crimson fog, daemon-ships prowled. Caspian ordered silent running. Engines to minimum, vox-beacons off. The fleet became ghosts, drifting through the asteroid debris of what used to be Periphery’s defense platform. battlefleet gothic armada pdf
The Valiant and the surviving frigates poured fire not at the Chaos ships, but at the unstable plasma eddies orbiting the dead planet. The chain reaction was immediate. A sheath of stellar fire erupted from the gas giant’s corpse, expanding outward at a million kilometers an hour. The Dominus Bellorum swung its vast, cathedral-like prow