Editing Imperium Asunder Campaigns (section)

===8th===
Anshul, in an act of ritual sorcery centuries in the making and only possible due to the accumulated slaughter of past crusades, punches a flaming tear in the fabric of realspace, creating an immense Warp rift in the Grey Stars region just above Imperium Minorum and to the right of the Kor Protectorate. Bolstered by hordes of daemons and slavering worshippers, the Silver Spears and the Arms of Asura swarm from the breach, later accompanied by forces from the Negators, who transition out of the Webway for opportunistic raiding sprees throughout the crusade. They wreak immense havoc amidst the Grey Stars, targeting the Black Abbeys and the Telepathica houses that keep the Crusader States connected. The loyalist response is massive, but uncoordinated and panicky, with the forces of Imperium Minorum and the Protectorate arriving first and often butting heads. 

As much of the 8th Crusade is fought in space, over massive void citadels, the Void Lords excel throughout, and the the campaigns of the crusade see many heroes immortalised among them. The turning point of the Crusade comes when Aodhán of the Negators, seeing the Saturnine Blade, his gift to Raydon, slung as a trophy upon Kashaln's belt, enters a terrible rage and turns upon the Silver Spears forces. Quick to take advantage of the sudden opening, the Void Lords use the resulting chaos to chart a course around enemy lines. They spearhead the daring final assault on the key planet at the mouth of the great Warp fissure, now known to loyalist historians as The Eye of Anshul, where a slew of arcane constructs consume psykers by the thousands to keep the breach open. 

Grahanak and his close companions ambush Anshul and, with the assistance of the Sisters of Silence, drive him back, Grahanak closing the rift while still planetside, the entire world vanishing with him on it. The last anyone hears from him is a garbled transmission vowing that he will never stop fighting, ending in the Void Lords' mantra of "Save Yourself." For millennia to come, late into the sleep cycles of ships in Warp transit, lonely crew members swear to have picked up a stange transmission that sounds strangely like an Imperial vow...