In an instant, Shadow Ravens swept back and forth across the Night Haunter's massive body, their sharp claws tearing away chunks of armor wreckage and flesh.
Even with a Primarch-level physique, he could not withstand the terrifying assault unleashed after your Warp Essence was released once more.
Only a few dozen seconds later, the Night Haunter, nearly covered from head to toe in countless gruesome wounds, crashed heavily onto the metal floor with a dull, thunderous boom.
Your massive body also condensed out of the still-undispersed Murder of Crows, standing directly before the Night Haunter.
You bent down slightly and seized the badly wounded Night Haunter Curze with one enormous hand, lifting him before you.
Your blood-red gaze fixed upon his black eyes as you spoke in a low voice.
"Brother, do you still believe you will die at the hands of a Callidus Assassin? With the slightest movement of my finger, you will die right before me! Your obsessive belief in psychic prophecies is meaningless! Wake up!"
The moment your words fell.
The Night Haunter's pale face, covered in fine wounds, suddenly broke into a smile.
He spoke to you in a low voice.
"My brother, do you even know what it means to be destined?"
"I swear in The Emperor's name that even if I cannot resist, you will never be able to kill me this time!"
"Heh heh, perhaps the next time I meet you, I will surely give you my full attention and welcome you properly!"
You heard the Night Haunter's mockery and explanation of the current situation.
You immediately recalled the memory of death from when you had first faced Curze.
You took a deep breath and slowly raised the mysterious demonic sword clenched in your other palm.
You had made the crucial decision to