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Everyone stood in stunned silence as the words of the Omnissiah himself rolled through their souls like an epic wave of might and reason. It was such a powerful declaration that the traitors felt for that split moment the reasoning of sanity bless their bodies and purge their minds of the filth that was the scrap code which infected them.
But then, just as soon as it arrived, the scrap code came back with vengeance and retook the minds of those who had foolishly allowed it entry. In an instant all the Demons and Denizens who made up the army of the damned felt the anger that the Four Gods were. That they were witnessing a new player upon the board that they thought damned.
The Omnissiah raised his hand above his head and with it the lighting came towards an apex. The wrath of the Machine God and the Motive Force each being energized by the storm of yesteryear rolling across the mountainous lands of Mars. They all witnessed as the air behind the Omnissiah seemed to fragment and shift, followed by a bright flash of light which blinded everyone who looked upon it.
Thunder roared as everyone eyes turned to see a giant of metal and power. Its colors were of blue struck with numerous highlights of gold that signified its notation as a member of the Legio Astorum. Its massive Hellstorm Cannon sprung with the intent of rampage while its Plasma Annihilator carried with its hydrogen fueled coils the white hot wrath of the Machine God’s vengeance.
Upon its two broad shoulders were the Vulkan Mega Bolters, but these were not the creations of simple Priests but everyone soon realized these to be the creations of Primarch Vulkan himself. Such relics were without equal but were still supported by two Quake Cannons and Volcano Cannons.
Those who were members of the Legions, let them be of the Titan or Skitarii, heared in revered whispers the name of such an epic creation of the Machine God. As the Omnissiah ebbed away and green electricity crackled across the hull of the diety they realized the truth.
This was Particep Semper, the Forever Companion of TalOS DAV1S.
Thus there was no longer a question on what kind of being this Titan war. It was all things. It was everything that the Cult Mechanicus had attempted to achieve for millennia and it had taken upon the battlefield of Mars for the final gambit for its life.
It was a God, and those who stood against it were but figments against its awesome might.
