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Although the tide may have turned, and the Forces of Disorder had started to gain the upper hand, Vrax the Festering Pustulance of Mallow IX knew that he was running out of time to stabilise the daemonworld of Mordraden III into reality. The inhabitants of Porcindon, terrified at the appearance of the foul world above in orbit, had flocked to churches, temples and shrines,  ferverently praying to the Emperor for deliverance; these outpourings of faith, coupled with the exploits of Imperial forces in battle had stopped the chaos world fully translating.