the Chaplain intoned, zealotry affecting his timbre as he lowered his voice. '
still high as an Imperial bastion's defence tower even though it was partly sunken into the desert, obscured Dak'ir's view but he could still see a warm orange glow tinting the darkling sky. There was something serene and beautiful about it, despite the distant
spreading across the land like a dark stain. A tributary had peeled off from the major force and was surging towards the stricken strike cruiser.