In the crowd of around a thousand slayer, Guilliman and the rest were squeezed in like pancakes as they slowly marched through the gates.
No one was to be left behind or maybe even waste time, they had to go in full force so no one got cold feet and decided not to go.
They needed all the slayers they could get incase they were walking into a horde on the other side.
Luckily enough though, as they passed through
The warm embrace of the gate to the other side there was no sign of trouble. And errie calm permeated the atmosphere.
"Hmm, it's not that bad" Guiliman muttered, they were atop a small flat headed hill facing down at a large expanse of land, already small pockets of slayers were forming as friends and allies spoke causally to each other.
It seemed like the gate was positioned in a rather safe place.
