In the annals of galactic history, few conflicts loom as large or cast as long a shadow as the Great Daemonic War, more commonly referred to as the Dread War.
It was a cataclysmic event that forever pivoted the course and direction of the galaxy, leaving an indelible mark on the civilizations that endured its horrors.
Which direction? Only God knew the answer to that. But it was a Mega War that even the Emperors ran away from it.
It was not that the Emperors were scardey cats, no, it was far from it. The sheer magnitude of this war was something that the Galaxy had never seen.
The five great Daemons had formed a... crude alliance if you oh-so-will. And they amassed an Omega Legion that felled every scale of Galatic measurements.
It was a war for the supremacy of the Galaxy. That was clear. The five Daemons didn't want the Great Emperor to get out of the Galaxy, and the Great Emperor wanted to have absolute supremacy in the Galaxy.
It was not as though the Great Emperor could go face-to-face with any one of the Great Daemons though. Even if the Hell-Falling would kill me for this mere utterance or The Black Crusade would call me a Heretic and hunt me like a dog, the truth had to be stated.
Indeed, there were those who, like lapdogs, sought to bend the narrative to suit their own agendas, distorting the truth and rewriting history to serve the interests of power and control. Yet, in the face of such deception, there remained a beacon of hope: the mercy of the Great Emperor himself.
It is through his benevolence that voices of truth are permitted to speak, even amidst the clamor of falsehoods and propaganda. For it is only by acknowledging the unvarnished reality of our past that we can hope to build a future founded on justice and righteousness.
It was my utmost passion that I stored and recorded history. Even though I have a large number of viewers of different castes and creeds watching and reading my books for different reasons, my convictions remained all the same.
...Ignoring my plights and discomfort, the Dread War amassed and showed what horror Chaos could unleash when they came together.
Rarchron, the Chaos Touched, led the Omega Legion and corrupted each and every world they had landed. It was pure madness that they affected the entire system they inhabited.
Now, in a situation where the balance of living-kind was at stake.
What did the Great Emperor do?
He sent a single Legion...
A single God-save-us Legion!
The Black Panther Legion.
A legion that was led by a slum breed!
Even though I advocate equality for all people. A slum breed leading an Imperial Legion had never happened on the main Galactic stage.
Anyway, the Black Panther Legion was a Legion that mainly focused on agility and adaptiveness. They were all like a flash, one moment they would be on the top of the mountains, and the next moment they would be gone from the face of existence.
But the problem was that it was a fight against 10 million Meta Humans against 1 billion Chaos Warriors!
But as Sullivan Greatheart, the Imperius of the Great Emperor, had always said, 'To comprehend of thoughts of the Great Emperor was similar to understanding why the Universe existed.'
The reason why this battle was one of the most essential battles was because it was the first time that the four great Daemons united under a single banner.
Although the Great Emperor could barely hold back a single Daemon into the Immaterial, The Great Emperor was as sharp as ever.
As much as the four Daemons treated the living and the unliving kind as toys and games for them to play with, the four Daemons hated their kind with much zeal.
The army was raised on the Mortistar System and marched onto the Kawaliya System, but as they stopped their crusade to support their summoning into the Dark Matter System, the harassment of the Black Panther started.
Each day, they had to endure the ambushes from the least expected positions and they could never know what hit them. It was as though the names of Demons were interchanged.
But if they had held together, they really would have entered the Quadrant of Kawaliya. But the Daemons were not known for their patientency.
The four Daemons started to betray each other and Chaos reigned, as ironic as it was, within the Chaos army.
That was how a war could determine the fate of the Living Kind was dismantled as easily as a baby trying to suck its thumb.
Even though it was the short version of it
Records of Kinten Varn Blade, The War Unending.
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