By Laurie Goulding
The Heresy got here to Calth suddenly. in precisely a couple of hours of betrayal and bloodshed, the proud warriors of the XIIIth Legion – Guilliman’s personal Ultramarines – have been laid low by way of the treachery in their erstwhile brothers of the XVIIth. Now, because the planet is scoured by means of sun flares from the wounded Veridian megastar, the survivors needs to take the struggle to the rest note Bearers and their foul allies, or face damnation within the gloomy arcology shelters underneath the planet’s surface.
ABOUT THE BOOK
In this selection of tales via authors together with Dan Abnett, Aaron Demsbki-Bowden and Rob Sanders, witness the untold stories of the Underworld warfare. within the novella-length ‘Calth That Was’, Graham McNeill highlights the fateful stumble upon that might regulate the future of Captain Ventanus and form the face of the Ultramarines bankruptcy for 10000 future years. The conflict for Calth is way from over.
Contains unique new illustrations via Karl Richardson, in addition to an afterword from the editor.
Contains the formerly published 'Dark Heart'.
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