The skies darken as the sounds of birds and insects chitter away into nothingness. A silent wind ghosts across the planet's surface, leaving behind pools of shadow and madness. Yellow eyes peer from the depths of tomb-like woods, as claws slide and scrape from behind ruined pillars and bullet-chewed ruins. The suns hide their faces behind a pall of undulating gloom that sweeps across the land, desperate to escape the nightmarish visions playing out on the ground below. Contorted, misshapen forms dance and cavort at the feet of grim monoliths, offering terrified mortal victims in orgies of violence as sacrifices to the looming obelisks. A fell green light flickers across their obsidian hulls as sheets of blood splash against them. Maniacal laughter and tortured moans mesh with a steadily growing hum of electricity, reaching a fevered pitch as a swirling green portal opens from the Abyss itself. Gleaming metal figures march forth from the wound in reality, death glowing in their cold eyes. The tallest amongst them steps forward, striding towards giant, wizened creature. One of the creatures heads turns to regard the newcomer, while the other burbles meaninglessly to the trees, the sky, the dead. The two figures glare at each other for a moment, as each gaze carefully weighs what it sees in the others soulless eyes. A moment later, the link is broken, and as one, all three heads turn towards the heavens. Distant pinpricks of light appear in orbit far above the planet, as streaks of fire lance down through the gloom of the atmosphere. Mortals armies converge and race to annihilate each other, heedless of the doom that awaits them below. Daemon and Necron melt back into the shadows, readying to rip the souls from their pathetic foes. The Burning Harvest has begun.
