In Orbis, it was utter pandemonium. Soldiers, paramedics and engineers scrambled around as King Targon scrambled the paratroopers for battle.

Then everyone realized, Orbis wasn’t under attack.

They then noticed the pure energy leaking out of the Sky Stone.

Slowly, Orbis sank lower and lower.

Targon panicked as he watched the leaking energy. He then got an amazing idea. Targon dashed to the massive Sky Stone and…

He blocked the leak with a piece of bubblegum.

It would hold for now, but sooner or later it would have to be repaired.

He awoke with a searing pain in his right leg. Maldran sat up, then winced and fell back down, and winced again. He knew his leg was broken ; but what had happened?

The wave of heat had blown his crude shack to pieces. Him and various rubble had been launched high into the air, with Maldran unconscious from the intense heat. Maldran had landed relatively uninjured in a large forest clearing ; at least, uninjured until a chunk of concrete from Henesys bounced off his leg.

Waves of agony assaulted him as he attempted to reach a sitting position on the concrete slab. He nearly fainted as a pinecone, probably the victim of a squirrel, fell and smacked his leg. As he regained his senses, Maldran realized something.

He was surrounded by a few hundred mushrooms.

One of them included the ancient Mushgrandpa.

He checked his pocket, and sighed with relief as he felt the warmth of a waffle.

The trainee warrior was horrified as his first task was explained to him. He was to smash a wooden board…using a Doombringer.

He groaned with protest as his arms shook from the effort of attempting to lift it. His instructor’s whip slapped him again as he released the massive blade…

To his credit, a few minutes later, he had actually lifted it above his head.

The warrior held the huge sword at an angle for a mighty downward swing. But at the last moment, he felt his muscles surrender, and the sword fell…

…onto the cranium of the surprised Balrog behind him, shattering its skull.

Six consecutive bursts of blue light enveloped him as he reached the tenth level.

The Shadow Weaver floated in a coma in the emptiness surrounding Pyrithia. He had been seriously wounded by the Eldar weapons, but not mortally. He knew nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing, until…

The death cry of one of his beloved Balrogs shattered his slumber.

The Weaver roared with rage and summoned two massive black swords. He then cast a brief spell, transporting him to Perion.

Today, the veteran warriors of Perion drank as usual, in the Warrior’s Sanctuary. Dances with Balrog hefted his glowing green axe and his massive flagon in a toast to the breweries of Sleepywood. All the other warriors cheered and raised their mugs in response. They drank deeply, then called for more. And more. And more.

Then suddenly, Dances with Balrog’s head was cut off by a pair of black scissors.

Except they weren’t scissors.

They were swords.

The Shadow Weaver glowed with an aura of pure evil that even the unintelligent warriors of Perion could recognize.

The warriors fled as the Sanctuary’s floor filled with blood.

Khaine waited patiently for more souls to arrive. He had been biding his time for the last millenia, consuming the souls of the dead, and slowly consolidating his power. Soon, he would be powerful enough to ascend to the rank of a god…

A soul drifted towards him. Its translucent form was covered by a black suit and top hat. It spoke.

“Good sir, would you like to buy this special Energy Waffle? Only 100 ectotokens! It’ll make you feel like a GOD!”

Khaine simply obliterated the soul and took the waffle. He considered it for a moment, then decided to save it for later, when he would get some syrup.

Isador Akios panted for breath as he ran from the Balrog that had randomly appeared in his path. He was a supremely skilled swordsman, but his rapier had nowhere near enough enchantments to penetrate a Balrog’s thick hide.

So he did what he did next best.

He continued to run as a barrage of molten fireballs sailed towards him.

Then he tripped over a rock.

And flew over the edge of a cliff.

Isador could hear the Balrog roaring with laughter, then choking, then gasping, then finally uttering a death cry.

Now he knew how to kill a Balrog.

But he did not know how to stop his fall.

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