Rogal Dorn: Come Back With Me, Our Father

Rogal Dorn: Come Back with Me. Our Father Is Calling for Help...

Not long ago.

Rogal Dorn found the battered Corax inside the vortex of a Warp Storm.

In that Chaos Realm, two Raven Lords with identical appearances and bearing had appeared at the same time. One was already dead, and the other was badly wounded.

Even so, he recognized his true brother at a glance. The other was nothing more than a crude Clone Body.

Dorn dragged the heavily injured Corax out of the storm vortex to keep him from encountering new danger.

Over the past ten thousand years, he had done too many similar things, saving many lost humans and leaving behind one legend after another.

In those legends, Dorn was a mysterious wanderer of the Warp, marked by his severed arm.

He aided any being loyal to The Emperor, then left in silence.

Some also said that the Warp wanderer was like a solid wall, able to withstand any attack or corruption.

He was that reliable.

More than ten years ago, Dorn had even helped a group of Imperium troops lost in the Warp, and had briefly spoken with a warrior named Titus.

He had asked whether the Imperium was safe, and received an affirmative answer.

That was the habit of the Master of the Phalanx. Every time he saved someone, he would ask that question.

"How is the Imperium?"

Dorn habitually asked Corax, the Raven Lord before him, hoping to get some answers from him.

He did not need much information. He only wanted to know whether the Imperium his father had created still existed, and whether it was well.

In the past, he had asked many questions, but each time he received different answers.

The Imperium's darkness ran deep. Its rulers changed every so often,