(A/N: Hey guys, sorry i didnt post a third chapter last week. I got Metal Fume Fever from welding and got super sick. I practically slept the weekend awayš„². Feeling better now though. Thanks for understanding!)
=== Yoda ===
Yoda's body felt alive in a way he had not known for centuries. The Force thrummed within him, a roaring flood without end. His green blade hissed to life, brighter than any torch, and then he moved, he ground cracking under his small feet.
The Chaos Sorcerer loomed over him, his runic armor pulsing with sickly light, staff crackling with warp energies that bent the air around it. He lashed out first, vomiting streams of warp-fire that scorched the battlefield in molten rivers. But Yoda was gone before the flames even landed, his small form blurring, darting in and out of the Sorcerer's guard like a phantom.
The green blade sang, sparks erupting as it scored across the Sorcerer's armored leg. Another dart, and Yoda's saber pierced into a shoulder plate, forcing a guttural snarl from the giant. He lashed his staff around, blue lightning spilling from its tip, but Yoda was already behind him, batting the storm of energy into the sky with a flick of his clawed hand.
The Sorcerer snarled words in a tongue that poisoned the air, his staff weaving symbols of fire and agony. Flaming sigils formed around him, spinning outward like a corona of hate. Yoda narrowed his eyes, thrust his hand forward, and the Force pulsed around him. The runes shattered in an instant, collapsing into harmless sparks that rained down around them.
The Chaos Sorcerer raised himself into the air, his staff glowing like a dying star, pulling him aloft. From above, he rained down bolts of warpfire, jagged shards of psychic lightning, and waves of black bolts that sent shockwaves across the battlefield. Daemons and soldiers alike were caught in the storm, reduced to ash and shadow.
But Yoda did not slow. He leapt from shattered stone to broken tank, from daemon corpse to floating ruin, bounding upward with each jump. His lightsaber carved through the spells hurled his way, green light cleaving fire and lightning apart in blinding flashes. Each deflection rattled the air, his mastery of the Force turning death into nothingness.
He reached the Sorcerer midair, spinning as he came, blade flashing in a blur. The Sorcerer staggered as cuts burned into his armor, one across his thigh, another across his side. He bellowed and lashed his staff downward, trying to smash Yoda into the earth, but the Jedi Master landed lightly on the shaft itself, running up the length of the weapon before striking for the Sorcerer's face.
With a roar, the Sorcerer flung him away, slamming Yoda into the ground. Dust and broken earth erupted, but the Master was already moving again, springing back into the air, a blur of green and fury.
The Sorcerer descended, forced down by Yoda's relentless strikes, each blow hammering against his guard. He crashed into the ground with enough force to crater it, his staff ringing against Yoda's blade again and again. Sparks exploded as saber met steel, green light carving across corrupted runes.
The Sorcerer snarled and spun his staff like a scythe, trying to batter Yoda down with sheer brute strength. Each swing cracked the ground, leaving trenches of warped energy. Yoda was everywhere at once, darting low to cut at the legs, leaping high to score the chestplate, always just beyond reach.
The Sorcerer tried to summon more sorcery, black fire coiled around his free hand, but Yoda's clawed fingers extended, and the spell shattered before it was cast, unraveling into nothing. With a roar of frustration, the Sorcerer abandoned spellwork, raising his staff with both hands and bringing it down in a brutal arc.
Yoda caught it on his blade. The impact sent shockwaves in all directions, throwing lesser daemons from their feet, but Yoda held. He bared his teeth, his strength amplified a hundredfold by the living tide of the Force.
They broke apart, only to clash again. Staff and saber blurred in furious rhythm, sparks and light crackling in rapid staccato. The Sorcerer swung in vast arcs meant to crush, while Yoda countered with bursts of speed, parries and ripostes too fast for the eye to follow.
At last, Yoda slid beneath a crushing blow, darted past the Sorcerer's guard, and drove his blade deep into the armor of his side. The Sorcerer howled in agony, stumbling, his staff glowing with dark flame as he tried to burn the Jedi away. But Yoda's free hand shot out, and the torrent of flame curled harmlessly into the void.
"Darknessā¦ you will return to," Yoda growled. "Your dark god, never again you will see."
With that, he sprang again, forcing the Chaos Sorcerer to stagger backward, desperately trying to match the storm of green that surrounded him.
The Chaos Sorcerer's breath came in ragged, metallic growls through his helm. His armor was smoking and cracking, its runes flickering out one by one. Every motion dripped with exhaustion. Every spell tore at his body.
He staggered, dropping to one knee as Yoda's saber bit deep into his shoulder plate. Multi colored sand hissed out of the cracks that lined his body. He reeled back, thrusting his staff forward and blasting Yoda with a surge of warp lightning. The ground beneath them exploded into molten glass.
But still, Yoda advanced.
With a flick of his hand, he caught the lightning midair, his green blade humming as he redirected it harmlessly into the sky, the heavens rippling as it drank it in.
The Sorcerer knew then: he could not win through skill. His breath came faster, his nonexistent heart hammering in rage and desperation. He looked down at his own hands, shaking as the energies of the warp coursed through him. Then, with a roar that shook the battlefield, he drove his staff into the earth.
The ground cracked.
The runes along his armor flared to life one final time, their glow turning from red to a terrible violet. The sky itself began to ripple as the air shuttered.
The fabric of reality buckled as the Sorcerer poured everything into the summoning. His life force, his soul, his very essence burned like oil on an infernal pyre.
The first shockwave ripped through the battlefield. The sky darkened into a whirlpool of color, crimson, violet, green, all bleeding together into the blackest void. A vortex of pure Chaos exploded outward from the Sorcerer's staff, swallowing soldiers, tanks, daemons, and droids alike. The ground split apart as rivers of molten warp energy gushed from below, consuming everything they touched.
Republic gunships were torn from the sky, clone troopers and Astartes alike were dragged screaming toward the growing singularity. The vortex expanded, becoming a storm so massive that half the battlefield vanished within it.
Yoda planted his feet as the pull of the storm began to drag even him forward. His robes whipped violently around his small frame, the wind howling like the cries of a dying world.
The Sorcerer, now barely human, stood at the center of the storm, his body melting away, replaced by light and shadow. His armor cracked open, revealing veins of warp energy coursing beneath his armor. His eyes were twin suns of madness.
"SEE IT, JEDI! THE END OF ALL THINGS!" he roared. "THE WARP CONSUMES ALL!"
Yoda narrowed his eyes, his small hand extending, steady as stone.
"Consumeā¦ nothing, it shall!"
He began to walk forward towards the all consuming vortex.
The wind tore at him, hurling debris, fire, even the corpses of the fallen, but he simply brushed them aside with invisible sweeps of the Force. He extinguished his saber, and placed it onto his hip once more. He needed no weapon now. Only his will.
The closer he came, the greater the pull. The storm roared, devouring the landscape in a cyclone of ruin. Yet around Yoda, the Force formed a cocoon, a shimmering blue shell of light that rippled like water. The vortex clawed at it, but it held.
He reached the edge of the maelstrom, a screaming sphere of raw Chaos, swirling and pulsing like a living heart. The Sorcerer hovered at its edge, half-merged with it, howling as it tore him apart from within.
"DIE, LITTLE GOBLIN!" he shrieked, multi-colored sand pouring from his eyes.
Yoda raised both hands and pressed his palms together, the Force thrumming so loudly it was almost deafening. The air burned blue, lightning exploding from his body as he reached out and gripped the sphere itself.
The Force hummed as Yoda began to compress the vortex. Inch by inch, the swirling chaos shrank beneath his will. The Sorcerer thrashed, roaring in denial, his soul unspooling as he threw more of himself into the spell. Warp energy lashed Yoda's face, searing his flesh, but he did not falter.
"Youā¦ cannotā¦ stop me!" the Sorcerer gasped, his voice breaking as his form flickered between man and monster.
Yoda's eyes blazed pure white.
"Stoppedā¦ you already are."
With a final surge, Yoda clapped his hands together and the world erupted.
The sphere imploded with a roar that drowned out everything. The shockwave blasted across the battlefield, scattering the storm like smoke. The warp fire was sucked inward, folding into nothingness until only silence remained.
The Sorcerer's scream stretched into eternity, then cut short as his essence was devoured by the collapse of his own spell. His armor clattered to the ground, empty and hollow, nothing but ash and metal.
Yoda stood in the center of the scorched crater, his robes torn, his face illuminated by the faint blue aura that still surrounded him.
Slowly, the Jedi Master exhaled, the sound almost a whisper.
"Muchā¦ darkness, in you, there was. Butā¦ end, it has. Rest now."
=== Dooku ===
The air behind the frontlines was thick with ash and ozone, the ground trembling with every distant explosion. The smell of burnt metal and charred flesh clung to the wind, but Dooku stood unmoved amid the chaos. His silver hair was matted with dust, his robes scorched from near-misses, yet his mind remained sharp and focused.
"All squads of the Seventh Legion, redirect to the western ridge!" he barked, his voice cutting through the noise. "The enemy is attempting to breach the artillery line. Reinforce immediately!" He commanded into a vox unit.
His eyes scanned the tactical display before him, holo projections flickering from interference. Reports came through in bursts: Jedi battalions advancing, Chaos forces retreating, Space Marines pushing deep into enemy ranks. It was a battle of gods and monsters, and Dooku, ever the tactician, wove his strategy through it like a master duelist reading an opponent's rhythm.
Behind him, Brother Aegis stood motionless. The Dreadnought's immense frame loomed over the command post like a fortress. His autocannon glowed with residual heat, and the low, mechanical hum of his life-support systems blended with the distant thunder of artillery.
"Enemy lines are faltering. Your strategy is effective." The Dreadnought said dryly.
Dooku gave a curt nod, his expression cool, but his instincts whispered unease. Something was wrong. The Force trembled, like a taut string on the verge of snapping.
And then a light flickered to his right.
A blinding, radiant burst seared the air beside him. Brother Aegis immediately rotated his massive frame, servos shrieking as targeting arrays locked onto the new arrival. His cannons charged, arcs of plasma forming at their mouths.
"IDENTIFY YOURSELF!" he thundered at the glowing being who had appeared.
But before he could fire, Dooku raised a hand. "Stand down, Brother Aegis."
The figure that had appeared was no daemon, no warp-spawned horror, but a being of purity. The light softened into form, revealing the Daughter, her presence calm yet filled with urgency. She radiated peace even here, in a place drowned in blood and fire.
"Count Dooku," she said, her voice serene yet laced with sorrow. "You have to focus all resources on the ritual, before it's too late!"
Dooku's brow furrowed. "Too late?"
"The ritual," she whispered. "It is nearly complete. If it's allowed to finish, the galaxyā"
As her words fell, the very air seemed to rip apart. A sound like a scream echoed from every direction at once, and a pulse of violet energy erupted across the field. The portal that had closed shuddered back into existence. Its edges burned with impossible colors, folding reality into spirals of madness.
Brother Aegis stepped forward, raising his weapons toward the anomaly. "PORTAL BREACH DETECTED. TARGET LOCKING."
But before he could fire, something immense emerged from within.
A shadow at first, then a mass of ever-shifting limbs, eyes, and feathers. A Greater Daemon of Tzeentch, a Changer of Ways, forced itself into reality with a roar that shook the mountains. Its staff, a colossal thing of crystal and bone, struck the ground, warping the terrain into shifting glass. Each step it took changed the landscape itself, stone melting into metal, air twisting into liquid light.
Dooku's hand instinctively reached for his lightsaber. "By the Forceā¦" he breathed. "What abominationā"
As he spoke, the Daemon's staff began to glow, brighter and brighter, until the air around him tore open once more. Another portal formed.
Then, It vanished.
Mad laughter began echoing across the skies. It rolled like thunder, like the sound of a god mocking creation itself. It came from nowhere and everywhere, vibrating through the bones of every living thing.
Even Dooku, master of composure, felt his heart seize with dread.
The Daughter turned her gaze to the heavens, her expression horrified. "She is freeā¦"
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