Wrack and Ruin: The Final Years of the Celulitte Church (p347)
last, the Empire's armies surrounded the grand cathedral of Amour Lardo. From his chambers at the cathedral's apex, Zagmar paced and glared down at the gathered armies before his gates, gnashing his teeth in insane fury. The cathedral of the gods had never been breached, had already survived many hails of explosives, and the Pontiff yet felt secure in the knowledge that the heathen forces would be driven before his faith. Church officials, having realized that the war was lost, were furtively abandoning their posts and surrendering to the Emperor himself, who stood at the head of the host. Zagmar, however, had a final trick left: a (read more) (next page)