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[grunting]

[snarling]

[Carthalos] Do you hear it?

[exclaiming]

[groans]

That iron tongue on bronze...

[screeching]

[tense percussive music]

That steady, ringing command...

[wings beating]

Calling us to war.

Not from the shadows...

Not from far lands...

But here, outside the walls of our home.

[tense music]

[loud thud]

[horn calling]

[tense dramatic music continues]

[man] Steady, fire!

And when war calls...

[bell clanging]

...we answer.

[bell clanging]

[tense dramatic music]

[thunder rumbling]

Speak.

A threat has risen from the depths.

[Lorai] Mortals will carry the seed of plague into this city.

[Stormcast] The Sylvaneth send word. They stand ready.

They attack on my order.

The Blacktalons destroyed that threat.

[Lorai] No. They removed only a branch, not the root.

The threat has grown again.

Where is the Blacktalon Prime?

She has voyaged into the Realm of Life, where the threat rises.

Then it is already being resolved.

A Dawnbringer Crusade left the city only hours ago

to establish a new settlement, and already they are under attack.

I have no time for this.

-You will listen. It's a-- -I have, and I have spoken.

Go back to your duties, Soulscryer.

[Carthalos] I have a war to see to.

[Rostus roaring]

Hendrick? Where's Neave?

She's gone.

Gone where? We need her here!

[monster snarling]

The lightning took her.

But the cursed skies...

There was nothing I could do.

[sighs] I tried...

The horned shadow. It came for her.

[civilians screaming]

[battle cries]

[Thysis] The seeds scatter on the winds of war.

[civilians screaming]

They will land in fertile soil,

and bring forth suffering.

Silence in the streets...

Peace so deep,

I can hear the plague breathing as it grows.

[coughing, groaning]

The seeds are sown.

You have served well.

My service is to the truth,

and my payment was to be vengeance.

And that you shall have.

[Lorai hisses]

Idiot of a golden-plated warmonger.

Listen. I said to listen...

[whooshing]

Deep waters of darkness...

I sense a net set to catch them...

[gasps]

[scoffs]

No! I will not let it be so.

[tense music]

[civilians panicking]

[screaming]

[bell clangs]

[screams]

[soldiers screaming]

[bell clanging]

[horn blasting in distance]

Break their line! Give no quarter!

[snarls]

My thanks to you, ancient one.

The Sylvaneth honour the binding of our roots.

For Hammerhal!

For Sigmar!

For Neave!

[screeches]

[grunting]

We need to warn Hammerhal of what's coming.

Too late for that. They know.

The crusade...

Sigmar's light protect them now.

[dramatic music]

Lorai? Where is the Stormhost?

Your Lord-Commander would not listen.

Then you should have tried harder.

[hisses] A crusade is under attack...

The attack on the crusade is a distraction.

Of course it's a distraction.

Thysis is here.

It's a trap. For Neave. For you.

-He's-- -[Thysis] Here.

[straining]

[Lorai grunts]

[groans]

[tense dramatic music]

[groans, sighs]

[gasps, grunts]

[dramatic choral music]

I know what you are...

I know what you do...

And I will tell you a truth.

You are the final evidence of your god's hypocrisy.

The suffering will not end for you.

Even if you pass through the storm.

Immortality is not without its justice.

[groaning]

No such release for you...

Not yet.

You will languish here as the trees grow,

and your city dies.

[thunder rumbles]

[exclaiming]

[Rostus] Neave!

Light of Azyr, you've returned.

[Neave grunts]

Get the others free.

[gasping]

[laboured breathing]

Thyr...

Just a name and an idea.

An idea of a hero who would fight to protect what she cared for.

[breathes heavily]

My sister was a fool.

She thought that her strength could keep us safe.

And she died for it.

[Neave] You defiled her memory with what you have done.

Memories.

You want them so very badly.

But you're standing there wrapped in a golden lie.

The truth's always there...

A shadow at your back.

[tense dramatic music]

[straining]

I'm not going to kill you, Neave.

I'm going to tell you the truth.

And your suffering will be eternal.

[groaning]

[groans]

[dramatic choral music]

[inhales deeply]

[gasps]

[groans]

[chittering]

[dramatic music]

[liquid whooshing]

[grunting]

[rustling]

[rumbling]

We should go.

This whole place looks like it's going to collapse into the ground.

[Lorai] Kill the tree...

and the fruit shall wither.

[woman groaning]

-Neave? -Help me.

Who was she?

I do not know who she was...

But I know what she was...

A soul who fought to protect those she cared for.

A warrior.

A hero.

The anvil is waking.

[thunder rumbles]

Hendrick.

Neave...

You made it back too.

[Rostus] Old wolf!

[chuckles]

You all defied the cursed skies!

I'd have wagered none of you would have returned.

You think Sigmar would have let us off that easily?

Let's not test our luck any further...

What do you remember?

[tense music]

Nothing after we went to find Thyr's grave.

[sighs] It was a trap.

The enemy took you before I could...

[sighs]

But why? And how did they know to lure me there?

Perhaps questions best left for another day.

Today we enjoy our victory.

You returned to us, and that is good.

Not the only good thing, I'm willing to bet.

The creature Thysis, vanquished too?

The fruit withered and dissolved

once the Blacktalon Prime cut the tree that bore it.

The threat is ended.

[grunts] Well done, Neave.

You don't seem yourself.

The memory you were chasing... ?

I was not Thyr.

I can remember the dreams of her though, and others...

The lightning gave you something back for once.

None of them are me.

And I don't know why I remember them.

[sighs] Neave, you must stop reaching for the past.

You've seen the cost of your obsession, for all of us.

You said it yourself.

We cannot keep testing our luck.

Go be with the others.

-Enjoy the feast. -And you?

I'm tired.

Sleep calls me.

[grunts]

Rest well, Blacktalon.

[monster screeches]

[man snickering]

[tense dramatic music]

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