Crack, crack, crack—
Accompanied by the piercing hum of the metal floor twisting and warping.
Rorschach's massive body suddenly burst through the enormous gap forcibly blasted open by vast amounts of pitch-black Shadow Power, landing directly on the ground!
Within his field of vision.
Wolf Rorschach and Cypher Rorschach stood off to one side, silently staring at each other.
Quite a few Inner Circle veterans who had lost their minds, along with Master Saint Saf, who was controlled by the Warp artifact Ouroboros, slowly dropped to one knee in Rorschach's direction.
"Great My Lord, you have finally arrived. I am Ubolobos, though you may also call me Ouroboros."
Ubolobos's deep voice swiftly reached Rorschach's ears.
Rorschach, who was tightly clamping the Warp artifact Heart of Plague beneath one thick arm, gave Safer and Wolf a cold stare.
He took a deep breath, his other enormous palm involuntarily tightening around the Scythe of Blood wreathed in green light.
"You two had better give me a reasonable explanation, or I'll kill you along with them!"
At this moment, Rorschach, wisps of black shadow constantly spilling from his entire body, spoke coldly toward Safer and Wolf.
Before his words had even faded.
Cypher Rorschach, his expression grave, strode forward in his Power Armor and said to Rorschach,
"Primarch, please remain calm."
"If our guesses are correct, then the owner of the three Warp artifacts is you at some point in the future. The reason they chose to gather here was also to send the three of us back to a stretch of the past when Caliban still existed, completely filling in the present where we now stand and securing the future..."
"In other words, we may have no choice but to ensure that everything develops as it should."
At that moment, Cypher Rorschach's