Rushing to the aid of their fallen master, Tyrioq's seer council hurled the Mon-Keigh back with a united telekinetic blast, sending him flying across the rubble strewn pathway to land in the slumber of unconsciousness as his still-helmetless head struck a piece of stone. He would not wake until the battle was fully over.
The Eye of Isha appeared to shed tears for every fallen soul of her children in the deep dark firmament as the roiling violet screen above the fortresss faded and dissipated. Inside the medivac transport, Grey woke and shot upright with a gasp as the psychic onslaught assailing her lifted. On the ground the Ulthwe strike forces were broken, and began to fall back towards the remaining wraithgate. The seers of Tyrioq's council tended to their cold, still master, carefully removing his rune armour and ghosthelm, and retrieving from his body the spirit-stone that lay over his breast, now pulsing with inner light in the rhythm of a heartbeat. They recovered this, his weapons and armour, and bore them back to the wraithgate, for proper funeral rites on the craftworld. The remaining Ulthwe forces followed, carrying with them what spirit stones they could recover from the dead. Alas, the invaluable souls of the seers that inhabited the Warlock Titan could not be salvaged.
The hosts of Saim-Hann and Biel-tan fought a rear-guard, leading the Tau forces in chasing shadows on a wild dance around the fringes of the fortress while the Ulthwe warriors withdrew, before retreating through the wraithgate themselves, never to return to this cursed, haunted place where prophecy had broken. The seers wondered if the Tau knew the full magnitude of what they had done this day, of the horrifying repercussions it would bring not just for them, but for the very universe itself as destiny was thrown into chaos. But the day belonged to the Tau.
With his forces fighting their way to the base of the wraithgate, Da'Anuk watched as the last of the Biel-Tan Ar'cea, defiant to the end, finally stepped back through the swirling portal and out of sight.
As the massive gate sealed itself shut and fell dark and silent, he heard Ol'Ta's voice over the comm-net. "Da'Anuk," she said, "I think this means I won the pool this Tau'cyr. Hand it over Shas'O."
The Tau commander sank back inside his battlesuit and smiled to himself. "When we get back to the dormitories," he said.
As the Tau began returning to the ATT station, Da'Anuk was surprised to find just how many Tau'faan seemed indifferent to the battle that had just raged below them. In many places it had seemed that life had simply continued on as usual, with many of the orbital's inhabitants barely raising an eye at them.
It seemed that they might never know just how close to catastrophe the orbital had come.