(Misspellings in the chapter name are intentional)

In the infinity of space. There, in the dark void where humanity had already given up, a silver halo crossed space-time, uniting two points so distant in the galaxy that its simple implication was impossible to understand even for the brightest minds of the Adeptus. Mechanicus.

An Aeldari ship emerged from the depths of the web. Inside, he carried the weight and possibly the future of this burning galaxy. The hopes of more than one race shared, although perhaps they themselves did not know the weight they carried on their shoulders for the annals of history.

Lith: - So... This is the place? -

Kanan: - That seems... -

The warlord's response did not show much confidence, and for good reason. His coordinates were correct. There was no type of error or malfunction of the ship's consoles. Before them was the vast planet of Atem III once more, but its appearance was completely different.

What was before a world covered by a dense brown layer of pollution, now appeared before his eyes as a beautiful green sphere. The vast forests were visible from Atem III's orbit, and its sky was as clear as the crystalline waters of an underground cavern. Its oceans were vast, covering barely a third of the planet, but it was more than clear that Atem III was now... alive.

Kanan knew about Ork spores, and how they can terraform a planet over time... But that was too fast. At least it would take a couple of years for there to be such a radical change in a world as contaminated as Atem III was. The only thing he could answer to himself to clarify his doubts was that the spores produced by his children were more aggressive and adaptable. After all, it had barely been a month since Slaanesh had kidnapped them from the battlefield.

Haleth: - We need to locate a safe area to land. Descending into orbit blindly would be reckless. -

Kanan: - I agree. - That the warlord did not refute his approach left the exarch quite astonished. - Worlds terraformed by Ork spores cannot be taken lightly. A scouting party must descend and secure an area for landing. -

Haleth: - The transport ships can take me and some of my men to explore. But they are not big enough for the orks to ride in them. -

Kanan: - I understand... But I'm sure my kids won't agree to stay behind while you have all the fun. -

Haleth: - Fun? Is seriously? - He could only sigh at the recklessness of the orks. - And good? How do they plan to descend without compromising the integrity of the ship? -

Kanan didn't respond immediately. His mind was lost in thought, for that was a question for which he had no answer. His eyes were wide open at the immensity of space shown through the ship's windows, while his brain searched for a way to get to land. When suddenly, something strange crossed his gaze.

Kanan emerged from the meditative state he was in, following with his eyes a piece of metal that floated calmly above the orbit of Atem III. A fragment of metal that guided his gaze towards the thousands of debris that remained orbiting above the planet, testimonies of the bloody battle that occurred in the past.

Millions of metallic tons that rotated freely on the planets, like artificial moons composed of the destroyed hulls of the warships of the fleets that faced each other. Kanan saw such vastness and a pleasant memory of the war came to his mind, and at the same time... something quite crazy.

Kanan: - I think... I have an idea. -

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Anyone who could look up at the clear daytime sky of Atem III would have seen them. Above the planet's atmosphere, a rain of fiery debris attracted by gravity tore through the invisible veil of atmospheric layers, leaving in its wake a trail of fire and pieces of charred metal.

They were huge balls of metal, made from the remains of pieces of destroyed ships and put together with Ork ingenuity and Aeldari engineering. Masses of steel shaped to pass through the atmosphere, each nearly twenty meters long. They were bullets... Huge bullets with ridiculous armor on the bottom to resist the scorching heat that friction generated on them.

They didn't have thrusters... or stabilizers... No hand brake... Nothing. Or that was the initial plan. But even the orks had to accept that the aeldaris "desecrated" their perfect creations to install an antigravity field device to stop their fall. According to the words of the long-eared people themselves, not doing so would be certain death. What cowards.

And so, the enormous metal bullets fell from the skies, hitting the ground of Atem III with overwhelming force, but safe enough that the contents could walk out from inside the bundle of scrap metal that was only a crude attempt to imitate the landing pods of the space marines.

The earth shook, and the dust scattered like slings over the water as it fell from a rock. Twenty capsules slammed into the muddy ground of one of the planet's jungles, while the steam and heat they brought with them was devoured by the high humidity of the surrounding air. A few seconds of silence, and everything returned to its natural chaos.

Steel plates flew through the air, when from inside the orcs kicked the structure that, miraculously, survived the entire journey. From within those metal masses, the orks emerged, eager and ready for battle. They couldn't deny it, that idea was by far one of the best that their warlord had had in a long time, because the adrenaline that was now shaking their bodies wanted to make them explode, but their desires should wait for the moment, and be controlled only by one or another. squig who was curious about the group of invaders.

Kanan: - Are they all alive? - He asked nonchalantly as he left his drop pod last, receiving an energetic shout from Whaaag in response.

Murrey: - That was spectacular... We should try it more often. -

Kanan: - Everything in due time, my dear friend. For now... - The warlord took out a device from one of his pockets and sighed regretfully. - We must warn the rest. -

Once again, Kanan was facing what seemed to be one of his greatest enemies. Aeldari technology. In his hand, Kanan carried a communication device to contact Lith and his group, but there was a titanic problem. Although the Warboss was able to remember each of the steps to make the call, the fact that his huge fingers covered the entire screen and pressed every existing button was a pain.

None of his children had ever seen Kanan so focused and dazed in their lives. The veins on the warlord's face stood out from his skin, showing the level of concentration he was putting into the artifact in his hands. So much so that he even forgot to breathe at times. But an elephant with its trunk inserting a needle into a pinhole was hard to imagine. But after ten minutes, Kanan was able to press the two buttons necessary to alert the rest.

Lith: - Well... I thought they had died in the fall. -

Kanan: - I would rather die than have to use one of those artifacts again. -

Lith: - You're a grumpy old man. We are receiving your coordinates... We are on our way. -

It was not so difficult to locate the capsules, since the smoke they had left was perfectly visible in the clear sky. Not even two minutes passed and the Aeldari landing ships descended to the ground, leaving their crew members with the rest before returning to the mothership. Waiting in that unknown jungle was too dangerous.

Now the two groups were reunited. Kanan with his little more than a hundred warriors, Lady Phoenix with her fifty Spectral Sentinels, and a small battalion of two hundred Ruthless Avengers under the command of Exarch Haleth. His destiny was clear as a wine stain on a white tablecloth. An area to the north of its position over which a change in the color of the terrain visible from the atmosphere itself extended. The mark of a constant battlefield.

And they were right, because in the place of their destination, an unusual battle was taking place between two factions of greenskins. Greenskins fighting among themselves is nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, around the galaxy they tend to fight more among themselves than against other races. And it is not only until the arrival of a worthy warlord that they unite under a single flag to go out to conquer the stars. However, the fighting that this battlefield experienced was very peculiar.

On one side, the powerful tide of orks held firm. Colossi of at least two and a half meters that showed no mercy towards their opponents. Orks of all types and ranks, from simple novices to experienced and heavily armored meganobles. Vehicles, tanks, even the occasional titan in the distance.

On the opposing side, a countless horde of grentchins that did not fear the imposing size and forces of their adversaries. Their numbers were their greatest weapon, because for every Ork that stepped onto the battlefield, there were at least twenty Grenchins on the opposing side. And not just any grentchins, as these had reached a level of development such that they were even taller and stronger than an average human from the Astra Militarum.

Orks against grentchins. Dakas vs. Shoppas. A very marked fight with a clear difference between both sides. And yet, the battlefield looked ridiculously even, as if such a fight was perfectly capable of lasting for weeks. And right in the middle, the leaders of such a heated battlefield fought a singular duel... Once again.

On the part of the orks, there was a huge greenskin who, although he looked like the warlord, had something that made him doubt his position. Something that affected even himself. His lower jaw was gone, and was now replaced by a metal plate. As well as his robotic arm, which he had lost many battles in the past.

On the part of the grentchins, stood what seemed to be their champion. A grentchin that reached eight feet tall, something completely impossible for its species. A warrior who was not afraid to face the imposing beast of almost six meters that was right in front of him, like a hero willing to die to defeat the dragon of legends. A grentchin... with completely red skin.

There was no doubt... Those two who faced each other with such devotion on the battlefield... They were none other than David and Kurnet themselves.