The End Times | The Siege of Naggarond

‘They are not yours now,’ Valkia replied. She pushed Slaupnir harder, seconds away from driving it into the Witch King’s body. ‘I will take them from you, as I will take your head for my lord and master.’

‘No.’

The single word was spoken with the conviction of the ages. Malekith snarled, sheathing his sword and thrusting his hands towards Valkia’s face. A blast of night-dark energy smashed into her, hurling her from the dragon’s back and into the path of his jaws. Seraphon immediately exhaled a huge, stinking cloud that entirely engulfed Valkia’s form.

Darkhand caught his breath and everything around him seemed to slow until it paused... just for a heartbeat. When time resumed, a crimson-clad figure with tattered wings plunged from the dark cloud, trailing ribbons of black smoke. It descended, twisting and spinning from the skies above Naggarond. With a resounding crunch, it struck one of the wall towers with enough impact to shatter the stone before finally tumbling into teeming hordes and trampling feet of the Chaos army beneath.