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( If you think that's gory, you haven't seen anything yet. Some of the stuff on House of Storms was nightmarish. Some of the early stuff in Bone Wraith, too. )

The Centurion was smashed into the wall, with freshly revealed brain matter splattering against the cold metal. A squad of Psions ran in to aid their fallen comrade, but soon they too would join the slaughter. Erasmus warped the air around him to produce a field of void energy; he whirled around into a dangerous vortex and used his Red Death's bayonet like a sword. The bayonet cut clean through the triplet of Psions, sending blood and organs spewing in every direction. The spiraling death did not choose where it wished to spill blood, only that it desired for more. A thick black fluid splattered across the coat tails of the Warlock's robe, as he emerged from the dervish of his lethal dance. More corpses piled on, but it still wasn't enough. It would never be enough. The Cabal presented themselves as an invincible war machine, marching against the beast of death. Even such ideals that might make any other quiver, did nothing in the face of the Cabal.

Erasmus stood at the precipice of darkness, leaning over into the sea of madness. The madness that was the marching Cabal. "I slaughter their kin and they come to avenge. They throw themselves at me and I kill, and it is still not enough for them." Erasmus stated. By now, he had killed countless Cabal. It seemed that the marching warriors would never give up... but they did. The tanks and the legions began to pull out of the Forgotten Shore, as if afraid of a single Warlock who stood against the tide. Such was not the case, but Erasmus preferred to think so.

"They're retreating? I thought the Cabal didn't have a word for that." Cassius spoke, glaring over the distant armies of the alien horde as they began to disappear into the Mothyards and the Terrestrial Complex. It had seemed that the Cabal decided that a frontal assault was fruitless, perhaps because of the madness of one Warlock, or the fear of an angry Warmind. Whatever the reason was, they vanished and left Erasmus, Cassius and hundreds of Cabal corpses alone within the shore.