Thump, thump, thump—
Under the incomparably bleak illumination.
Massive forging gears, exposed from deep within the thick walls to the frigid air, turned slowly and soundlessly.
Rorschach, his enormous body encased in Vibranium Power Armor, expressionlessly stepped once more onto the Metal Throne that had once belonged to Ferrus.
Hummm!
At the same time, the towering humanoid figure standing behind Rorschach seemed to lightly wave the faintly visible Shadow Scythe.
Invisible Shadow Power instantly raised the heavy metal armored deck behind the Metal Throne high into the air, revealing the nearly boundless icy void beyond several layers of transparent viewports.
At present, both Lion El'Jonson and Omegon had already left the Forge Hall.
After offering Rorschach an unprecedentedly stern warning, they had turned away to attend to their own affairs.
Lion El'Jonson needed to lead the Dark Angels and Absolution Angels in continuing the reclamation crusade across the entire Imperial Dark Side. Countless Imperial Worlds were still struggling beneath the threats of innumerable xenos and even Chaos minions.
In Alpharius's name, Omegon had also begun gathering more Alpha Legion warriors scattered abroad.
If Rorschach's instincts were correct, the other man had likely become wary of his series of actions.
Some Sons of Hydra were resuming the espionage work at which they excelled most, carrying out extremely covert infiltration missions within every company of the Scourge Legion.
Yet although Rorschach knew this, he not only failed to stop Omegon's little schemes.
Instead, he secretly sent a confidential order in advance to every Scourge Great Legions Company Commander worthy of his trust—Tyberus, Titus, Dante, Sevatar, Gabriel, Kardan, the Young Wolf Lord, and the others.
It stated that if Rorschach himself were to disappear or fall in battle due to an accident in the future,
the Scourge Legion could either disband or regroup