Minutes later, the teleportarium hummed with world-ending energy. Stern and his Paladins stood encased in Aegis armor, their Nemesis force weapons etched with runes that bled white light. There was no fear, no doubt. To be a Grey Knight was to be the ultimate paradox: a soul so pure it could walk through hell and remain untainted.
With a thunderous crack that displaced the very atmosphere, the chamber emptied.
