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Prologue
Norfinion swung his witchblade, severing the head of another hormagaunt and pranced through a horde of tiny worm-like creatures called rippers, crushing their weak minds with his physic abilities.
As he dashed forward he dipped into the skein – the physic map of the universe – flying along his threads of fate he noticed a termagant, a simple ranged warrior, sending a spike rifle’s razor sharp salvo into his leg, tearing it from his body. Norfinion flipped into the air and sure enough a lighting quick blade slid underneath him, cracking the skull of a ripper. He checked the skein once more looking for a possible end in his thread but found none.
As he looked upon the current battle he noticed a carnifex, the living equivalent of a tank, attacking a squad of Howling Banshees. He realized that if he were not to intervene, he would see the beast tearing them limb from limb. Norfinion slipped back into the present, touching on the mind of the exarch, warning him of his oncoming doom. As the banshees dashed back to help a troop of dark reapers hold back a swarm of rippers from the tower of Untouched Hopes, Norfinion focused on the carnifex, stabbing its mind with a physic arrow. He tore down the wraithbone hall, leaping through the air and planting his blade in the back of its neck. He jumped into the skein drawing on physic power but only to find a huge presence clouding his resource and throwing him back into the physical world.
Norfinion crashed to the ground. Suddenly he felt very naked; his rejection from the skein had surprised him, this had given the carnifex time to retaliate, throwing Norfinion from its back and get back to dismantling the Howling Banshees. Norfinion lifted himself to his feet. He had never been rejected from the skein, but it didn’t feel like rejection. He knew of the physic presence many synaptic tyranids gave of but he had prepared himself for that by through constant training. He had heard of creatures like zoanthropes, while studying, but their physic capabilities only went so far – they could not force an experienced seer from the skein let alone the infinity circuit of his own craftworld, the shuttle the size of a planet that he and many other eldar had grown up in. Partied from his ability of future sight Norfinion raced to cover taking up a defensive position under an arch.
Norfinion’s physic power might have been weakened but he was not unaware of his surrounding and the creature in them. He saw a strange malanthrope like creature travelling down the hallway protected by two venomthropes spraying a toxic miasma into the air to conceal its fellow warriors and choke the breath from its enemies. The eldar would have no trouble with their ventilating helmet but this meant two things, either there was an oncoming assault or, the peculiar malanthrope was to play a part in the conquering of Malan’tia. A shuddering crack announced a piece of wraithbone falling from the ceiling, parted by the malanthrope. Norfinion worked out the clever plan all too late the wraithbone landed on his legs knocking him down.
Norfinion’s last sight was of a huge zoanthrope like creature gliding up to him and sucking the physic essence from his mind. The Doom of Malan’tia, destroyer of craftworlds, had claimed its first victim.