The grand hall of the Redeemer's Grace was abuzz with the restless energy of the Blood Angels and their successor chapters. The Lamenters, ever stoic in the face of their ill-fate, stood alongside the ferocious Flesh Tearers. Mephiston, his psychic aura palpable, gathered with the Sanguinary Priesthood. Each group, unique in their own traditions and tactics, united in their purpose.

Dante stood upon a raised platform, flanked by members of the Sanguinary Guard. The newly reborn Chapter Master looked upon the gathered warriors, taking a moment to feel the weight of leadership. The sheer might of the Blood Angel lineage assembled before him was awe-inspiring.

"My brothers," Dante began, his voice echoing with strength and clarity, "The treachery of the World Eaters has struck deep. Their desecration of our brethren, their audacity to face us on our terms, will not go unanswered."

Gabriel Seth stepped forward, his chainsword roaring to life briefly as a sign of his fervor. "The Flesh Tearers stand with you, Dante. Let the traitors taste our rage."

Echoing his sentiment, a representative from the Lamenters added, "Our chapter may be cursed with misfortune, but today, we will ensure that the enemy shares in our bad luck."

Nods of agreement spread throughout the hall. Dante could feel the shared thirst for vengeance, a sentiment he channeled into strategy. "The World Eaters are fueled by blind rage, but we have discipline and unity. We will capitalize on their weaknesses, drawing them into traps and ambushes. We have the might of a Legion behind us, and with Guilliman's blessing, we move as one force."

Mephiston, his psychic energies swirling around him, interjected, "I've seen visions, glimpses of the future. The World Eaters seek to summon Angron, their fallen primarch. We must prevent this at all costs."

Dante nodded in acknowledgment. "Then we strike swiftly. We will reclaim the Forge World, disrupt their rituals, and ensure that Angron remains in the warp."

The hall erupted in cheers of agreement. The Blood Angels, united in purpose, prepared for the battle ahead. Ships were readied, strategies were honed, and the Blood Angels fleet set its course for the Forge World, ready to enact their revenge and solidify their legacy.

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In the grand hall of the Redeemer's Grace, battle maps were projected across the walls, depicting the intricate layout of the Forge World, its defenses, and the positions of the World Eaters. A ripple of restless energy spread through the assembled warriors as they analyzed the details, discerning the best points of assault and planning diversions.

Brother Captain Alerio, a strategic genius of the Blood Angels, pointed at a cluster of manufactorums. "Here," he declared, "The World Eaters have set up strongholds, bolstering their defenses. But their focus on these positions leaves the surrounding regions vulnerable."

Gabriel Seth growled in agreement, "A direct assault on those manufactorums would be suicidal. We need to divide their attention, draw them out."

A Lamenter, marked by his yellow and black heraldry, chimed in, "We can stage guerrilla attacks, hit their supply lines. Force them to scatter their forces. Our expertise in such warfare could prove useful."

The intricate dance of tactics and strategies continued, with each chapter offering their unique skills and insights. The hall became a hive of activity: holographic displays showed simulations, while others engaged in fervent discussions.

Amid this, Dante focused on the bigger picture. His rejuvenated form offered him not only renewed strength but clarity of thought. With every discussion, every tactical simulation, his plan grew clearer. They would hit the World Eaters where they least expected, using their bloodlust against them.

He approached Mephiston, whose psychic energies were attuned to the warp's ebb and flow. "Mephiston," Dante began, "Can you pinpoint the location where they're attempting to summon Angron?"

Mephiston closed his eyes, reaching into the immaterial. After a tense moment, he responded, "A vast cathedral at the heart of the Forge World. It throbs with dark energies. But beware, Lord Dante, there's more than just World Eaters guarding that place."

A chill ran down Dante's spine. The thought of facing Daemons, perhaps even greater Daemons, alongside the World Eaters was daunting. But the Blood Angels had faced insurmountable odds before. They would do so again.

Drawing himself to his full height, Dante addressed the gathering. "Time is of the essence. We strike at dawn. Prepare your squads, hone your weapons. The Blood Angels and our brethren will not falter. We go to war."

As the gathering dispersed to make preparations, Dante remained, staring at the holographic depiction of the Forge World. It was not just a battle for revenge; it was a battle for the very soul of the Blood Angels.