Orion had fallen. Though in truth his light was extinguished when he fell to corruption, a death far more telling and possibly more lasting given his previous cycles of rebirth. The scattered remnants of the wood elves that survived the Great Deception were already corrupted by Orion’s descent into madness, but now they were leaderless in the horror steeped abattoir that was Sylvania. The Asur and the Asrai were always the most susceptible to the blight and the Asrai were in the thick of it now. Heinrich looked over the reports of the necromancers working furiously on the vast fields of fresh corpses before and behind the human forces. Soon their slow-moving artillery, bogged down in the thick bogs of sucking mud, would be ambushed as the already black sky would rain down in fell bats and their larger undead brethren. They would not escape, just as the Grand Theogonist before them could not. And when the proud front lines of Empire had turned to aid their beleaguered artillery crews then the twisted woods to the south would unleash their horrifying legions of spectral black coaches to scythe through their lines and drag yet more souls down to be damned. Meanwhile the hexwraiths would scatter and route the soft ranks of crossbowmen that were exposed and there would be another morass of another failed crusade staining the wet marshlands of Sylvania red.
But that still left the Asur, proudly marching through the eternal night, absurd conch helmets gleaming only by the firelight of their fiery phoenix. Heinrich wondered if their princes might speak with him. He wanted them to live, he wanted to know how they had survived so many previous incursions from the Warp, he wanted to know if they knew the secret to avoiding the madness that whispered to him from its twisted reaches. The madness that seemed to have its claws deep in Tovus or the Dread Master that had already consumed two of the four personalities residing in the Necrarch collective. Heinrich wanted to know if the princes had a plan for this incursion. Why they found it so imperative to stop the rebirth of a human necromancer when the greatest Chaos incursion in recorded history was simultaneously sweeping across the known world and assaulting Ulthuan itself.
He wanted to know if he could help. If he should help. Abhorash fought alongside the forces of the Lady in Brettonia. Perhaps the ancient champions of the Asur had a worthy plan in place, a better plan that would not leave the entire world as quiet as a tomb. Or perhaps they had already been seduced by Khaela Mensha Khaine and were working to cast the world back into the Warp.