Rogal Dorn: Alas, Big Brother Has Too Much Military Strength, I

Rogal Dorn: Sigh, Big Brother's forces are so abundant that I don't even have room to do anything...

In the void, Horus's abominable phantom swelled ever larger, overlooking this war zone.

His might was astonishing, like an unstoppable king of abomination.

As the scales of war tilted, the power of his authority slowly grew, drawing him ever closer to another dimension.

"I am the Fire of Vengeance, the true gloomy darkness of the Galaxy. All beings who stand in the way of this vengeance will be buried..."

Horus's will spread in an unnatural form, stirring up even more violent waves.

He made no attempt to hide his ambition and power, and he truly had the right to make such a vow.

As the Dark Emperor, he had likewise set foot upon one of the paths of the Ascension Staircase in the Empyrean, a path known to all.

It was one of the purest forms of Chaos, a fear that made it difficult for most people to remain sane. It would advance without mercy and drive all mortal things toward their destined end.

Whether the beings of the Empyrean or the lives of the Galaxy's reality, all would turn to dust beneath its will—

Erosion and Destruction!

The Emperor, that False Emperor, was the precursor on this path, a god of tyranny who, in the name of "unity," had devoured countless lives across the Galaxy.

The False Emperor was so hypocritical. He had clearly reached the end of the staircase and grasped abominable authority, yet he claimed he was human and refused to become a god.

Yet on the other hand, he occupied that position and refused to step down from the stairs, until he completely lost control.

Now Horus wanted to occupy the Golden Throne, to seize and divide that