Horus: This is slander! Who says I'm not capable?

Who said I couldn't do it!

"Rogal Dorn."

Horus looked down at the virtual projection beneath the throne and spat out a name, his tone dripping with contempt.

"Horus Lupercal, humanity's shameful traitor, the failure from ten thousand years ago—been well?"

At some point, Rogal Dorn's virtual image had appeared inside the Chaos Temple in an unnatural form.

His arms were crossed over his chest, his gaze sweeping over Mortarion and the other Primarchs who still remained in the Chaos Temple before finally settling on Horus, the Dark Emperor seated high upon the throne.

At that moment, the Fallen Primarchs all fell silent, watching the two sides confront each other—

One was the commander of the Chaos Coalition; the other was the supreme commander of Terra's defense. The clash between them would affect the course of the entire war.

Of course, in the hearts of the beings of Chaos, Horus and Dorn's positions were not equal. One sat upon a throne, while the other could only stand.

In their minds, the only one who could currently represent the Imperium was The Savior, the Emperor of Mankind.

Unfortunately, that being had been far too careless. Toyed with by the Chaos Gods, he had long since been removed from the battlefield.

Now only Rogal Dorn remained, holding Terra alone.

In truth, if not for the weapons and troops that being had left behind, the so-called Master of the Phalanx would have fallen long ago. What chance would he have had to stand here?

"My poor brother, loyal hound of the False Emperor, you... finally dared to face me?"

Horus shifted into a more comfortable posture, propping his chin on one hand as he questioned Rogal Dorn. A terrifying aura spread outward, pressing straight toward him.

The pressure was astonishing.

Even while bearing