The Siege of Yax!

Bang—

Before the Emperor Statue.

A blurred soul, wreathed in layers of Golden Flames yet seemingly fragmented beyond repair, abruptly appeared above an enormous body.

The next second, the hazy psychic presence was forcibly shoved back into Rorschach's Flesh and Blood Shell by an invisible, overwhelming power!

"Ah—"

Rorschach, abruptly opening his eyes, instinctively let out a low sound that was almost a wail.

Within the depths of his eyes, illusory scenes still seemed to linger—countless Mortals and even Astartes marching willingly to their deaths.

As his consciousness gradually cleared, Rorschach swiftly raised his head and stared at the Emperor Statue, where wisps of Psychic Flames were dissipating.

He slowly drove the Vibranium Power Armor to one knee and lowered his entire head toward the Emperor Statue.

"The lofty perspective of a Primarch made me somewhat forget my past as a Mortal."

"I was wrong about some things, and perhaps I need to make some changes."

Rorschach spoke in a hoarse, low voice, his expression blank.

As soon as his words fell.

He, still expressionless, swiftly drove the Vibranium Power Armor and walked out of the ritual hall without looking back.

Present-day Yax, the Hospital World.

It had already been completely shrouded by an immensely vast Warp Storm.

Not long ago, after the seven chosen of Nurgle completed their unconscious self-sacrifice.

The daemonic army of Nurgle, led by the Great Unclean One Kugath, had long since descended upon Yax.

Across Yax's surface, vast mountain ranges seemed to have been granted animation and life by Nurgle, endlessly spewing terrifying poisonous mists capable of corroding everything.

Countless plants and animals had either become toxic skeletons soaking in foul swamps, or had fortunately gained biological traits capable of threatening Astartes.

Now, this was no longer Yax, the Hospital World of the Imperium