Two-score Vanguard-Palladors of her Vanguard Auxiliary Chamber, the Farstrike Hunters, waited impatiently in their saddles, the amethyst and gold of their battledress dulled with earth and strung with totems and trophies. Many of them bore faded tattoos from their savage mortal lives, or bright new ones etched into their skin not with ink or woad, but with the lightning of Reforging. There was intensity to their fierceness, and for the moment at least they were silent. From all over the Eight Realms they hailed, but every one of them was a hunter and they took a hunter’s pride in their work. The gryph-chargers they rode, beasts of the infinite Celestial Plains, shared their riders’ temperament.
Archaon's sight became infinite and distant,Countless stars were burning in his body。he see the destruction of the god-king in infinite possibilities。with a casual thought, the Everchosen of Chaos destroy the worlds in Chaos sky.