Under the light of Morrslieb, the Chaos Moon, the flames roared, consuming the stout timbers of the village buildings. Though the flames were bright, the moonlight warped and leeched their color, lending a sickly greenish tinge to their light and causing them to cast strange, flickering shadows in the streets. As the winds stirred the flames, shadows moved in a strange proxy of life. If one looked close, however, one might see some of the shadows move even when the wind did not. Some of the shadows were not shadows at all.

– From "Fiery Dawn"

When the small village of Swartzenholden falls to a violent raid by ungors, their attack culminates in an orgy of murder and destruction. But their excessive bloodlust catches the attention of Slaanesh, who has different plans altogether for the savage beastmen... As Morrslieb Wanes...

As the Dwarf’s Spelleater Rune deflects hostile magic, the Empire’s mighty Helstorm Rocket Battery scatters the ranks of opposing armies. Meanwhile, the Wood Elves unleash the power of the ancient Forest Dragon, and Slaanesh’s Keeper of Secrets invades the minds of her weak-willed victims.

And in the included short story, as one last village falls to Chaos, the mysterious power of Morrslieb finally begins to wane. But what destruction has it left in its wake?