Reckoning of the Hawk

When the last enchanted warrior turned to ash in the Nirvana Flame, the Yulin Army had already activated the phase device to cleanse the battlefield’s chaotic contamination. Sol noticed they never removed their heavy helmets with breathing tube interfaces, their power armor’s lower back faintly glowed with the cold light of some crystalline implant. He gazed into the depths of the underground crypt at the still-operating phase device, "Relics of the 32nd-century Terra Expeditionary Force... no wonder."

Suddenly, the unique encrypted communication frequency of the Yulin Army resonated through the church ruins, a bird-like binary code trembling in the air. When Sol looked up again, the enigmatic warriors, along with the Primarch, boarded the returning Thunderhawk, leaving only hexagonal energy burn marks on the ground to prove they were not phantoms.

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Newborn Thorns

Five hours later, when the Rong Lizard Battle Group reorganized at the temporary camp, the technical sergeant recovered the last surveillance footage from a damaged storage device: 0.03 seconds before the Chaos sorcerer could touch the relic, a rune of recognition appeared on the hand armor of a Yulin warrior — it was clearly a totem of the Mars Mechanism Sect from the dark age.

Sol gazed at the flickering holographic sand table on the tactical desk, the warning from his mentor two hundred years ago echoed in his ear: "Some truths need to wait for the right moment to blossom." At this moment, he suddenly understood that this bloody battle was not only Papalier’s salvation, but also a witness to some secretive process of the entire Dark Side Expedition — encrypted communication frequency, a bird-like binary code trembling in the air. When Sol looked up again, the enigmatic warriors, along with the Primarch, boarded the returning Thunderhawk, leaving only hexagonal energy burn marks on the ground to prove they were not phantoms.

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Newborn Thorns

Five hours later, when the Rong Lizard Battle Group reorganized at the temporary camp, the technical sergeant recovered the last surveillance footage from a damaged storage device: In the heavy helmet, a cold light from some crystalline implant was faintly visible at the power armor’s lower back.

"You protect more than just bodies." Martins’ voice, carried through a voice changer, resonated with metallic overtone as he looked towards the still-operating phase device in the underground crypt, "Relics of the 32nd-century Terra Expeditionary Force... no wonder."

Suddenly, the unique encrypted communication frequency of the Yulin Army resonated through the church ruins, a bird-like binary code trembling in the air. When Sol looked up again, the enigmatic warriors, along with the Primarch, boarded the returning Thunderhawk, leaving only hexagonal energy burn marks on the ground to prove they were not phantoms.

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Newborn Thorns

Five hours later, when the Rong Lizard Battle Group reorganized at the temporary camp, the technical sergeant recovered the last surveillance footage from a damaged storage device: 0.03 seconds before the Chaos sorcerer could touch the relic, a rune of recognition appeared on the hand armor of a Yulin warrior — it was clearly a totem of the Mars Mechanism Sect from the dark age.

Sol gazed at the flickering holographic sand table on the tactical desk, the warning from his mentor two hundred years ago echoed in his ear: "Some truths need to wait for the right moment to blossom." At this moment, he suddenly understood that this bloody battle was not only Papalier’s salvation, but also a witness to some secretive process of the entire Dark Side Expedition — when the first ray of morning light pierced through the polluted clouds, golden-edged dark green buds unexpectedly sprouted from the Rong Lizard Battle Group’s flagpole. Reckoning of the Hawk

When the last enchanted warrior turned to ash in the Nirvana Flame, the Yulin Army had already activated the phase device to cleanse the battlefield’s chaotic contamination. Sol noticed they never removed their heavy helmets with breathing tube interfaces, their power armor’s lower back faintly glowed with the cold light of some crystalline implant.

"You protect more than just bodies." Martins’ voice, carried through a voice changer, resonated with metallic overtone as he looked towards the still-operating phase device in the underground crypt, "Relics of the 32nd-century Terra Expeditionary Force... no wonder."

Suddenly, the unique encrypted communication frequency of the Yulin Army resonated through the church ruins, a bird-like binary code trembling in the air. When Sol looked up again, the enigmatic warriors, along with the Primarch, boarded the returning Thunderhawk, leaving only hexagonal energy burn marks on the ground to prove they were not phantoms.

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Newborn Thorns

Five hours later, when the Rong Lizard Battle Group reorganized at the temporary camp, the technical sergeant recovered the last surveillance footage from a damaged storage device: 0.03 seconds before the Chaos sorcerer could touch the relic, a rune of recognition appeared on the hand armor of a Yulin warrior — it was clearly a totem of the Mars Mechanism Sect from the dark age.

Sol gazed at the flickering holographic sand table on the tactical desk, the warning from his mentor two hundred years ago echoed in his ear: "Some truths need to wait for the right moment to blossom." Relics of the Terra Expeditionary Force... no wonder."

Suddenly, the unique encrypted communication frequency of the Yulin Army resonated through the church ruins, a bird-like binary code trembling in the air. When Sol looked up again, the enigmatic warriors, along with the Primarch, boarded the returning Thunderhawk, leaving only hexagonal energy burn marks on the ground to prove they were not phantoms.

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Newborn Thorns

Five hours later, when the Rong Lizard Battle Group reorganized at the temporary camp, the technical sergeant recovered the last surveillance footage from a damaged storage device: 0.03 seconds before the Chaos sorcerer could touch the relic, a rune of recognition appeared on the hand armor of a Yulin warrior — it was clearly a totem of the Mars Mechanism Sect from the dark age.

Sol gazed at the flickering holographic sand table on the tactical desk, the warning from his mentor two hundred years ago echoed in his ear: "Some truths need to wait for the right moment to blossom." At this moment, he suddenly understood that this bloody battle was not only Papalier’s salvation, but also a witness to some secretive process of the entire Dark Side Expedition — when the first ray of morning light pierced through the polluted clouds, golden-edged dark green buds unexpectedly sprouted from the Rong Lizard Battle Group’s flagpole.