As the twin suns of Aqshy beat mercilessly down upon the jagged ridges of the desert, the Followers of Agonizel emerged in a swirling haze of perfume and pain, their laughter echoing across the red rocks. Led by the twisted Herald of Agonizel, Aluthari Barbsong, their decadent procession swept forward to seize the central canyon, claiming the high ground with impudent speed. At the command of their commander Elaine Soulsurge, the Black Aegis surged forward with righteous fury. A shield wall of Hearthguard, their armor glinting silver beneath the harsh light, charged into the heart of the enemy. The clash was brutal — shrieking fiends and elegant blade-dancers collided with stoic defenders in a storm of blood and thunder.
Though the Liberators held their ground with unflinching resolve, the sheer weight of the Hedonites' assault began to take its toll. The line began to falter. But even as the enemy surged forward in a tide of ecstatic violence, they overextended — exposing their flanks and scattering in pursuit of glory. It was that Elaine unleashed her counterstrike. From the shadows of the rocky outcrops, the rest of the Black Aegis emerged — Aegisbound wreathed in celestial power and lead by Tassar, Reckoners thundering on their gryph-charger steeds all sweeped through the masses of enemies, felling daemon and hedonites left and right. It was a massacre, the blood turning sands red. And even though Brightsworn arrived late for the slaughter, they secured a crucial takedown on an enemy sorcerer, who tried to escape. But there is no escaping the righteous wings.
Aluthary's forces, caught between deadly precision and righteous wrath, utterly broke. Cries of pleasure turned to screams of despair as they fled into the sands, pursued by storm-wreathed avengers. When the dust settled, only the banners of the Stormcast Eternals remained aloft above the shattered canyon. Rescuing a bind Stormcoven from the menagerie of slaves that were freed.