"F-Father?"
Vulkan faced the gaze from the Dark Rift, his heart filled with even deeper guilt and pain.
The Emperor, that father of his, had been corroded by darkness into a completely unfamiliar, evil existence.
If he had not left Terra back then, if he had stayed firmly at his father's side, perhaps this Dark Catastrophe would never have happened.
Humanity would not have been facing such a terrible disaster either.
The Lord of the Salamanders could feel that the Emperor's corruption was worsening, reaching an irreversible point.
The Dark King who was about to be born was corroding all of Terra, then radiating endless dark Fel Energy into the Galaxy and the Warp.
There was simply no stopping it.
The high-level existences of the Galaxy and the Warp could all sense everything through the Dark Rift.
At this moment, the venomous gaze within the Dark Rift was sweeping over the entire world in the posture of the God of Destruction, including him, this Primarch son.
Vulkan froze beneath that venomous gaze. Waves of bone-chilling cold swept over him, and his body could not help trembling.
It was a warning from the Dark King. A single cry alone had made the entire Galaxy and the Warp shudder.
It was not only the Lord of the Salamanders. Even the mortals seemed to have been affected, feeling afraid under some unnatural force.
Even though they were within the protection range of the Blackstone Fortress, even though they were inside Meteorite Base far from the Black Tide, they still could not break free of that fear.
Fear was spreading!
They involuntarily feared the Black Tide, feared the destruction that was about to arrive, and even their movements became hesitant.
People could not help slowing their steps, and some even stopped before the Titan