Lord-Celestant Tcimmera Skybrow knelt before the God-King Sigmar, head bowed as she awaited her orders. Even with her eyes fixed squarely upon the marble tile floor, she could feel her liege’s radiance wash over her, like the crashing of solar waves upon the firmament of Azyr. Tcimmera was not so blind as to think that Sigmar was infallible. No one was. She wouldn’t have perished at the hands of the Khornate Desraki if He was perfect.
But at her core, Tcimmera believed with a conviction of Sigmarite in the God-King’s cause.
“Hammer’s End has succeeded in its mission.” The God-King declared. His voice had iron in it, one well used to bellowing commands on the battlefield and seeing them met, yet oddly soft in a way that only such a powerful voice could be. “The Dawnbringer Crusade has recently established its roots and thrown open its gates to those who survived the Age of Chaos with untainted souls and bodies.”
The God-King’s voice had been warm with hope as He spoke of Hammer’s End, a sentiment that Tcimmera found herself envying. But as He continued, Sigmar’s tone turned into iron, harder, full of cold anger at injustice. This, Tcimmera could better sympathise with.
“But ever do the enemies of the Free Peoples seek to cast them in chains. Ever is the duty of you…”
She didn’t see his arm move, but she felt its shadow pass over her, encompassing Tcimmera and the four Stormcast and five Dracoths behind her. However brief the movement was, she felt its shadow weigh upon her like a physical force.
“My Stormcast Eternals and your allies, the children of Dracothion, to see that they fail in doing so.”
High above, the night sky creaked upon its mantle, and Tcimmera felt the God-Beast stir in the heavens and fix an eye. No matter how many times Dracothion had turned His attention upon her, she never felt like she could get used to being the object of His celestial attention.
“Unto Hammer’s End, I shall deliver you ten. Save the settlement, and let it grow into a beacon of hope and freedom.”
Tcimmera raised her head, and looked upon the face of her God-King. Her heart skipped a beat when her eyes met His. She saw that He knew she was going to question Him, and He welcomed it with care for her. Emboldened by the implicit encouragement, she asked;
“And what of the enemies of Hammer’s End?”
Stellar fires burned in Sigmar’s eyes, and His jaw set with implacable gravity. Tcimmera knew that Sigmar embodied various aspects in the minds of His followers, and had seen those different gods within him. A chain-breaker, a barbarian god with barbarian appetites, a builder and diplomat. But, as He spoke those next three words, she was left without a doubt that this god was hers too, who she would wage an eternity of war for; The Sky-That-Touches-The-Horizon.
“Destroy them all.”
