"We take care of them.... most of the Warband decide to retreat." said Dante
'Yes My Lord, we will continuously hunt them with the help of the Space Marine Chapter who just arrive." Major Silvanka said.
"Wait, their here? patch me through..." said Dante
"This is Chapter Master Gabriel Angelos from Blood Raven Chapter,we just arrive here for helping this world" said Chapter Master Angelos
"This is Shield Host Captain Dante, glad to hear you Chapter Master.... me and my reinforcement will retreat and keep hunt and exterminate remaining Chaos Warrband. And one more thing...." said Dante
"What is it?" Chapter Master Angelos ask
"Please don't steal and take anything from another Space Marine chapter, your chapter famous that that thing..." said Dante
"Will do." reply Chapter Master laugh.
As the teleportation portal reopened, its swirling light engulfed the battlefield once more, signaling the retreat of the Grey Knights back to the Citadel of Titan. One by one, the Terminators began to step through, their armor still gleaming with the aftermath of the battle, the blood of daemons and heretics splattered across their once-polished surfaces. The mission had been a success, and now it was time to return.
Vergil and Dante were the last to pass through the portal, ensuring that all their brothers had safely crossed before them. As they stepped into the hallowed halls of Titan, they were greeted by the stern and watchful eyes of the Grand Masters of the Grey Knights. The room was silent, save for the faint hum of psychic energy that always permeated the Citadel. The air was thick with the weight of expectation, as the Grand Masters observed the returning warriors, judging their condition, resolve, and success in the recent engagement.
Among those who stood at attention was High Paladin Kolar Tempus, his gleaming armor reflecting the torchlight that flickered across the chamber. He watched the Terminators, pride swelling in his chest at the sight of his battle-brothers, who had faced impossible odds and emerged victorious. His gaze lingered for a moment on Vergil, whose leadership had been instrumental in the mission's success, and on Dante, the Shield Host Captain whose skill and calm command had been crucial.
At the forefront of the assembly stood Grand Master Aiden Perdron, his piercing eyes scanning the warriors with an air of approval. Known for his exacting standards and unwavering dedication to the Grey Knights' cause, Grand Master Perdron rarely showed outward signs of emotion. But now, there was a glimmer of pride as he acknowledged the triumph of the strike force. His nod of approval, though subtle, carried the weight of high regard—a rare and cherished recognition among the Grey Knights.
"Mission success, that the important matter." said Grand Master Aiden Perdron
"Lord Custodes, you seeing them on action directly and as we monitoring you also enjoy fight beside them too." said Hight Templar
"It is, and we need some new armor for them Hight Paladin." said Dante
"is true, they need a new armor... go back to your room and get new armor" Hight Paladin Koiar Tempus nodding.
Vergil made his way back to his quarters, the weight of the recent battle still lingering in his mind. As he entered, several servo-skulls hovered around him, assisting in the removal of his worn and bloodstained Terminator armor. The armor plates were gently lifted off, piece by piece, revealing the scars and marks left behind from his old adventure traveling another world. Once freed from the weight of his armor, Vergil proceeded to cleanse himself, washing away the blood of daemons and heretics that had splattered across his skin during the brutal encounter.
After finishing his purification ritual, Vergil returned to his chamber, where a Tech Priest stood waiting, accompanied by more servo-skulls. The Tech Priest brought with him a new set of armor—one that immediately caught Vergil's attention. Although it appeared similar to the standard Terminator armor, this set was adorned with intricate ornamentation, each marking a symbol of distinction. Sacred seals, purity scripts, and finely crafted runes were embedded in the armor, signifying its importance and the rank of the warrior destined to wear it.
The Tech Priest stepped forward and presented the armor to Vergil, his metallic voice filled with reverence as he spoke.
"This is no ordinary armor, but one crafted for the best Paladin, those who have proven their strength and devotion in battle. It is yours to wear, as a symbol of your service to the Emperor and the Grey Knights."
Vergil nodded in silent acknowledgment. With the assistance of the Tech Priest and the servo-skulls, he began to don the new armor. Each piece felt heavier, not just in weight, but in responsibility. The armor was infused with ancient technology and sacred rites, making it more than just a suit—it was a symbol of his status as one of the finest warriors in the Imperium.
As the final piece was secured, the Tech Priest began a slow circuit around Vergil, chanting in the ancient language of the Mechanicum. The rhythmic prayers filled the chamber, echoing off the stone walls as incense and sacred oils burned, filling the air with the scent of sanctity. The servo-skulls floated in a synchronized pattern, releasing clouds of fragrant incense as the Tech Priest intoned blessings over the armor, ensuring it was properly consecrated and ready for battle.
Vergil made his way back to the Chamber of Counsel, this time accompanied by the 19 newly initiated Paladins who had fought alongside him during the recent operation. Their presence was a symbol of their strength and valor, and as they walked in formation behind Vergil, their gleaming armor reflected the solemnity of the moment. Each of them had been forged in the fires of battle, and now they stood ready to be recognized for their deeds.
As they entered the Chamber, Vergil immediately noticed the tense atmosphere that filled the room. The Grand Masters were already assembled, their faces set with serious expressions. The weight of the situation hung in the air like a storm cloud, yet Vergil remained composed. He knew that whatever was to come, it was critical.
Without hesitation, Vergil approached the center of the Chamber, leading his Paladins forward with unwavering confidence. As they came to a halt, Vergil dropped to one knee, his Power Spear still in hand, a symbol of the valorous battle they had just fought.
Despite the tension that pervaded the room, there was a shift in the air as the Grand Masters regarded Vergil and his warriors. Their stern gazes softened slightly, the respect they held for the warriors evident in their eyes. Though the situation remained serious, the presence of the 19 Paladins—newly forged heroes—seemed to bring a sense of pride to the moment.
Vergil could feel the attention of the Grand Masters focused on him, yet he maintained his composure, waiting for their judgment. The silence stretched on for a few moments longer before Grand Master Aiden Perdron finally spoke, his deep voice reverberating through the chamber.
"You return victorious, Vergil," Perdron began, his tone grave but respectful. "You and your Paladins have proven yourselves once more in the face of the enemy. The Power Spear you carry is a testament to the valor you have displayed on the battlefield."
Vergil remained kneeling, listening intently as the Grand Master continued.
"But with victory comes responsibility," Perdron added, his voice taking on a more serious note. "The enemy grows ever more dangerous, and the war is far from over. What you and your Paladins have accomplished is commendable, but the fight ahead will require even greater strength and resolve.
"there anything you want to add, Lord Custodes?" ask Hight Paladin Koiar Tempust"
"Only one thing." Said Dante
"Please tell them." said Grand Master Vardan Kai
"Welcome to Task Force 413" said Dante in calm tone.