Cyclonic torpedoes are falling. Lorne catches one with his mind and flings it back at Inquisitor Melchior's ship. A rattling army launches planetside in double-stacked Arvis lighters blasting Skeleton Warriors at full volume. On the surface, de Fuckerby has already activated the prison -- a C'tan shard tears free, Scarbrand erupts from the warp behind it, and Lorne burns himself out of reality to stop the summoning. Three chuckle fucks and one ogryn are all that's left between two warring gods and a galaxy-ending mistake.
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