A heroes summoning.
How long has it been since something like that has been done, perhaps no one in this time remembers such a feat, but to think that the man he called would perform his own ritual, immediately after being summoned himself was something even he couldn't have predicted.
Even now, the creature the man had called for was laying waste to the demonic invaders, areas that should have taken years to have been fought over, were freed in an instant.
Wherever that creature in the form of a bald man went, death followed.
Already half of Terra was back under Imperial control, both below ground and touching the edges of space.
As for the man he had summoned, he, he had brought with him something special. A notebook containing millions of spells that were once unheard within this realm, one, in particular, was a healing spell.
The spell was simple and easily manageable, so he instantly used it after taking the notebook from the hero he summoned. With the flow of magic, rain began to gather and with each drop the Golden Throne was restored to a fully operational level, not only that but his ancient skeletal body, regained its flesh.
But there was one problem, the rain didn't stop.
It was a strange sight really, he had no control of the waters themselves yet, whatever power was influencing them didn't even consider doing him or the planet itself harm. Wherever the blue waters touched, small specks of life began to grow and slowly humanities ancient home began to have its green fields again.
Still, he could feel the tear within the ancient Web Way close and without the strain of having to hold back the exes warp energies, he unleashes an assault upon every world, the attack had two purposes to it, one was to either completely destroy any demonic incursions and the second was to give hope to those he had failed.
In an instant the last of the Sisters of Silence took hold of his summoned champion, shielding him from a direct impact from his overwhelming power and with a single move Terra was once again under the direct control of Humanity.
The surrounding worlds were silent now, either their populations were completely gone or the people couldn't believe what had happened and so simply stood there confused, not knowing what to do.
It was quiet now, how long has it been since the area around each was quiet? He longed to see the blue skies just for one last time, but he couldn't do such a thing, if there was anyone that remains from the age of the Imperium, they would need his light to guide them back to him.
In an instant, the Last Sister of Silence was thrown across the room, yet she wasn't hurt in any way, a man wearing a tight yellow bodysuit, red globs and red butoo, while a white cape hung from the mans back.
His presence was something that even he, despite his weakened was not prepared to deal with, the man equaled his power, when he was at his strongest. Yet the creature stood protectively over the fallen form of his summoned champion.
So this was the creature the man had summons, something whose movements he could predict and not worry about it betraying him.
(Elsewhere )
It was like a candle that had been light in the darkness of space, navigate houses both great and small cheered, he was alive, this dark age would finally end. They roared even as their third eye let lose golden colored fire upon the hoards of demons in front of them.
Their songs had for the first time in generations united as one, he is alive they sang.
Their song was heard within the ancient area of space where the eye of terror once was, to the fortress worlds of the Tau Empire, where the enslaved Humans live, even as the humans there died, they cried in joy for their savior had returned.
The green skin drives roared as their Wierd Boys spoke of what they heard, finally, their ancient friends had returned. An ork has no friends, but no being had ever shared worlds, fought alongside and against the works, like the Humans.
True they were weak, so weak that they shouldn't even exist and yet fighting against humans meant something, for the humans were willing to fight until there was nothing left and even then fight for the scraps.
The Gods of Chaos laughed, there was nothing their ancient enemy could do any more they had won and even if he did manage to push them back, it would simply put the clock back to the point of the original fall of Humanities first galactic empire.
In the world of Titan, the ancient order of the Gray knights had heard the lord of mankind's call and had begun to emerge from their fortresses to once again take the fight to their ancient enemies.
All through spaceships under the control of Humans, Space Marines, Ab-Humans and even overly curious Aliens turned and headed desperately towards the one place that seemed like it held some order in this madness they had been born in.
(Speech Change)
The waters were spreading and as strange as it seemed, some of them were actually gathering in areas that once held waters in ancient times, rivers were slowly being filled once more and in areas where oceans once existed the streets were now flooded, but didn't overwhelm any of them.
His light was being heard everywhere and a hole, in reality, burned itself into existence, suddenly the legions of the dammed stood before him, their numbers now numbering in the hundreds of thousands and growing by the second.
They were now truly a legion in number, swelled by all of the deaths during the dark age of death.
The bald man hadn't moved and it wasn't until his summoned champion began to wake up, that the bald man finally began to move once again.
