The once-proud forge world, now scarred and ravaged, lay before the Blood Angels as a testament to their sacrifices. As the initial jubilation of victory gave way to a solemn calm, squads began the grim task of searching for their fallen brethren among the rubble.
The Lamenters, though few in number, stood tall, their melancholic songs echoing through the ruined manufactorums. They worked alongside the Flesh Tearers, contrasting the latter's aggressive tendencies with their mournful diligence.
In the central plaza of the primary forge complex, a makeshift shrine was erected. Lit by candles and adorned with the sigils of the Blood Angels and their allies, it stood as a beacon for all to pay their respects. Amidst quiet prayers, Mephiston and several Librarians focused their energies, dispelling lingering warp taints and ensuring no daemonic remnants remained.
Yet amidst this solemnity, there was a sense of unease. Dante, while recuperating from his injuries, had withdrawn into contemplation. His personal chamber was guarded by members of the Sanguinary Guard, who allowed only a select few to approach.
Gabriel Seth, having lost many of his Flesh Tearers, requested a private audience. When granted, the two Chapter Masters discussed their losses, the future, and the ever-present threat of the Black Rage. Dante admitted feeling its pull stronger than ever during the confrontation with Angron. This revelation weighed heavily on Seth's mind.
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As days turned into weeks, the forge world began its slow process of restoration. Fresh Imperial troops landed, setting up fortifications and ensuring the planet's resources would once again serve the Emperor.
Then, a discovery sent shockwaves through the Blood Angels' ranks.
A squad, while clearing a particularly heavily damaged manufactorum, came upon a vault. Sealed with ancient sigils and bearing the mark of the Blood Angels, it radiated a potent psychic energy. Within, they found a relic of immense power: a chalice, intricately designed and filled with a crimson liquid.
This was the fabled Red Grail, thought lost during the early days of the Horus Heresy.
As Mephiston approached the artifact, he felt a rush of emotions and visions. The grail whispered of salvation for the Blood Angels, a potential cure for the Black Rage. But with it came a dire warning: seeking its power would invite challenges and threats hitherto unknown.
The discovery reinvigorated the Blood Angels, offering hope amidst their perpetual struggle. Dante, informed of the Grail's recovery, declared that it would be taken to Baal for further study and protection.
As the Blood Angels' fleet prepared to depart, a cryptic message, laced with static, was intercepted. It spoke of a new threat emerging from the Eye of Terror, one that sought the Red Grail for its own dark purposes.
The Blood Angels, their resolve unbroken, set their course for Baal. With the Grail's potential and the looming threats, they knew their battles were far from over.
The End.