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... faint smile tugging at his lips.
Looking out from the terrace, the dark void still showed traces of the recent Chaos storm. Every so often, another flare of translation-fire lit up the darkness.
More and more Chaos fleets, drawn in by the bait, were dropping into realspace one batch after another, like dumplings being thrown into boiling water.
His armadas had already laid layer after layer of encirclement lines across this region of space, slicing it into a series of kil ...
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