The Savior, Master of the Phalanx: It's On, Imperium's

Fists, come to my aid!

"Why?

How could the Necron xenos and the Iron Warriors appear in the Imperial Palace zone? Is that traitor Perturabo here too?!"

Countless questions filled Dorn's mind, and he could hardly believe it.

He did not know how xenos and heretics had passed through Terra's dense defensive network and appeared so brazenly in the Imperial Palace, the heart of it all.

It was a sense of crisis he had never felt before, followed by uncontrollable fear and fury.

The Master of the Phalanx did not even dare imagine the most terrible consequence—

What if The Savior harbored a wolf's ambition, meant to rebel, and had led the xenos and heretics into the Imperial Palace?

That would be another Horus Heresy, and an even more terrifying one.

For ten thousand years, the Imperial Palace's defenses had never been breached, whether during the assault by the traitor Primarch's rebels or when Daemons landed after the Great Rift opened.

At most, xenos and heretic forces had only ever reached the Eternity Gate.

This time, however, The Savior controlled the planet's defenses and had delivered the enemy into Terra itself, closer to The Emperor than ever before.

The Imperial Palace and the Golden Throne would face the most terrible crisis in history!

"If rebellion truly breaks out, how many of the Imperium's armed forces will obey The Savior the traitor's orders, and how many will oppose him and defend The Emperor?

Do we Loyalists still have any hope of victory?!"

Dorn's wall-like body trembled without stopping as he analyzed every piece of information he had as best he could.

He watched the Necrons approach the Imperial Palace while the Iron Warriors Titan, trailing black smoke, strode toward it and used its machinery to tear through the walls.

He quickly