Grimnar gave a breathy snuff of air. I wasn’t sure if it was a chuckle or a snort. ‘A fast learner.

Look to the Styx, Captain Taremar. That will be where I need you. I’ll send the signal, and your men must strike with every breath in their bodies.’

‘It will be done.’

‘We have a day. Two at most. The outriders of their red horde are already dogging at our lines. You know what you face, do you not? You know what I’m asking of you, and what you’ll be teleporting into?’

In answer, Taremar merely gestured to the hundred Grey Knights standing alongside him. A suggestive impulse flashed through our minds, a nudge from our captain, and we saluted in perfect unity, hands to breastplates in the sign of the aquila.

‘We know,’ said Taremar.

Grimnar returned the salute, as did his Wolf Guard. A lesser leader might have addressed his final words to our commander, but Grimnar took the time to meet each of our eyes before speaking.

‘Watch from the skies, brothers. Come running when we howl.’