Every storm has its lightning, and Neave Blacktalon is the bolt that strikes a single perfect target. As a Knight-Zephyros she is the God-King's blade against enemy leadership: sorcerer-kings, daemon princes, and warlords who believe themselves beyond reach learn that the wind itself hunts for Sigmar.
Neave runs battles like a thread through cloth, appearing where the enemy is weakest, her whirlwind axes shearing through bodyguards en route to the one death that matters. Uniquely among the Stormcast, her reforgings have sharpened rather than dulled her — memories of her mortal life return to her in fragments, hinting that Neave Blacktalon is becoming something the Anvil never intended.