Thanks to the Farseer razing the generators, the seemingly invincible Daemon Gate was rendered vulnerable and disintegrated to ashes, but not before claiming the lives of many brave soldiers. The remaining troops headed through and gunned down any cultist stragglers still alive.
"We have won," The Commissar said, "but the cost was high. Hundreds dead... thousands wounded. I have the numbers here if you wish."
The General sighed. "We will mourn the dead later while the wounded can still fight. Regardless, we have our hoofhold and the soldiers left are more than enough to secure the Titan." The General looked at the opening in the gate suspiciously. "Still... I wonder. Why did the Daemon Gate collapse? Whose fortune was that?"
"The fortune of Discord, General Buck." The Commissar proclaimed. "Such is the folly of consorting with evil. The Empress was smiling down upon us today, General, I'm certain of it."
"Only fools are certain, Commissar." Buck stated. "And the day is not yet won. There is more to come... but what awaits us, I am not sure." He and the Commissar trotted away to prepare for the trip into the ruins, but not before receiving an emergency transmission from out of nowhere.
"This is Brother Harnus... I repeat... this is Brother Harnus of the Aquamarines..." The voice yelled, "fell heretics have shot us down. The Titan crew is with us..." The vox buzzed out shortly and came back. "... will hold out for as long as we can but our transport has crashed deep inside enemy territory. ... must save the Titan crew at all costs..."