“We need a ship,” Valerius said. “Or a power source. We need to leave.”
The ship lifted. The ruin of Santa Astarta fell away—a black scar on a dead world. Behind them, the forges went dark again, one by one, like candles snuffed by a breath.
The landing was a controlled crash. The Hauler plowed through a stained-glass dome the size of a stadium, shattering a mosaic of the God-Emperor into a billion dust motes, and skidded to a halt in what had once been a transept.
“We need a ship,” Valerius said. “Or a power source. We need to leave.”
The ship lifted. The ruin of Santa Astarta fell away—a black scar on a dead world. Behind them, the forges went dark again, one by one, like candles snuffed by a breath.
The landing was a controlled crash. The Hauler plowed through a stained-glass dome the size of a stadium, shattering a mosaic of the God-Emperor into a billion dust motes, and skidded to a halt in what had once been a transept.
