A week into our journey towards the Eye of Terror, an alert ssage arrived from an Inquisition Fortress at the edge of the Warp Rift, called on the Vox. He wants a eting." my vox officer said in a curious voice.
No, no way. I did not like his na at all. "Tell him we're in a hurry towards Cadia. Emperor's orders."
Was this a bad joke? An Inquisitor nad Torquemada? I really did not want to et him.
"I think he's curious about that aura your Titan projected over the battlefield." Lady Velayne advised with a smile.
"Yeah. But I'm busy." I answered while sipping my blessed recaf and reviewing the mad dash from the implant's mory storage.
It was quite incredible to watch it fra by fra, seconds turning into hours of savage butchery and battlefield massacre.
Sure, an entire army could do the sa, especially if Titans were involved. But a single machine, in several seconds?
What the hell?
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