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The screams of the near-helpless Shrillans was music to their ears.ĭecimus led the expedition to the deepest sections of the mines, where the women and children were defended by their menfolk, who went into battle in their hastily-armed mining rigs. Darkness was the natural habitat of the Nostroman Astartes, and they stalked it like terrors of the ancient world. They ripped apart families, fed children to dogs and furies, factories were torched and the people were forced to flee into the darkness of the inner mines, much to the glee of Decimus and his cruel lieutenants. They fell upon the people of Shrilla with heinous abandon. The resultant thermonuclear explosion signaled the attack of the Midnight-Clad. Within a week, the burning ship, still full of terrified diplomats and crew, was sent crashing into Shrilla’s surface. When the Night Lord descendants’ vessels entered the system, the governor of Shrilla sent a vessel out to meet them and welcome them to Shrilla. They had hoped this state of affairs would continue until the end of time. War had not visited Shrilla since the Second Strife. Darkness and pollution had made the people pale, sickly and isolationist, but they were otherwise harmless. Inside the planet, the miners had excavated and colonized for millennia, forming a dense warren of tunnels that ran through the thick crust like a honeycomb. The plant’s surface was barren, pot marked with craters and the occasional exhaust column from the heavy industry developed below. The world in question was a relatively peaceful mining planet called Shrilla.