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	It was sudden, but violent. It was cold, yet...full of fury. It was smooth...but terrifying.
The space behind the Tryanid hive fleet seems to warp, the fabric of space and time moving around them like a stretched plastic bag, a unseen hand working the fabric like some sort of giant. It was only after a moment, but the Tyranid were gone. Not killed, not destroyed, simply placed in another location, saved for another time. This happens within the view of the heroes of the story, most likely for them to arrive at a different time perhapse...maybe when it'd make more sense, and when our heroes were truly ready for them.

	Now, safe from this threat, all that was left was the chaos, and they were to encounter a problem themselves soon...not quite yet, but soon, most likely. Everyone was free to flee, gather everyone together to get a plan straight *Hint god damn hint* or simply rest....