In the wake of the Indomitus Crusade’s timely arrival in the Loki sector the newly reinforced Crimson Fists ranged far and wide to stabilise their stellar demesne. Primaris augmented demi companies sought to bring to battle numerous threats to the Imperium’s rule from both without and within. The heretic governor of Siraxis, Lord Goris Deverall, and his Death Guard allies were purged and their cathedrals of corruption built from mucus and slime put to the torch. The Ork freebooters that preyed upon shipping around the notorious Brightund transit point were hunted down and annihilated in a series of brutal ship to ship boarding actions. A splinter of Hive Fleet Leviathan that had surfaced from beneath the galactic plane to feed upon the trio of agri-worlds known as the Arkadian Belt was contained by judicious use of kill team tactics to continually decapitate and incapacitate the Hive Mind. When the long dormant Nehkrapht dynasty rose from the red sands of Lio to reclaim what was theirs. In eons long since passed the Crimson Fists used mass drop pod assaults to smash their command crypts. These and scores of other engagements brought the filth brought forth by the Cicatrix Maledictum to heel across most of the Loki Sector. Most, but not all. The systems on the coreward edge of the sector were harassed by Aeldari raids that appeared random and disjointed. Try as they might the Crimson Fists could not bring them to battle, the Aeldari’s mastery of arcane arts and their knowledge of the webway allowed them to continually stay one step ahead of their adversaries. The Crimson Fists set ambushes at sites of military, economic and religious importance but the Aeldari defied military logic and continued to raid seemingly unimportant locations following some obscure purpose they alone could fathom. This impasse was finally broken when Kantor’s Own turned to their librarius for aid. Primaris librarian Inigo Monn fasted and meditated for a full week while entire settlements burned at the Aeldaris hands. Once he deemed himself ready he cast his consciousness adrift upon the uncaring tides of the warp in order to divine their next target. Though it cost him part of his immortal soul, once he opened his bloodshot eyes he uttered a single word through cracked and bloodied lips. Sanolph. The Crimson Fists made best speed to the desert world keen to finally meet their elusive foe on the field of battle. Weeks of frustration would finally be paid for in xenos blood.