Your vigilance had risen to its peak, and wisps of pitch-black shadow began cycling endlessly across the surface of your massive body.
The Scythe of Blood clenched within your enormous palm also showed that you were prepared to face any battle.
Yet the vast gray-white mist churning back and forth within your visor's field of vision made no sound, nor did it trigger any warning of danger from your Beast Instinct.
You immediately took an exploratory step backward, but the scene around you remained an abyssal expanse of gray-white mist rather than the entrance that would have led you straight out of the massive castle.
You could not help letting out a low, cold laugh.
Without any hesitation, you raised your heavy Mag-boots and drove the Vibranium Power Armor around your massive body deeper into the countless swaths of gray-white mist.
If this was some sort of trap carefully arranged by the Chaos Astartes of the Myriad Eyes warband,
you did not believe they could escape the terrifying wrath of a Primarch through this alone.
As for Lion El'Jonson and Zabriel, you were even less concerned for their safety.
If some enemy truly underestimated Lion El'Jonson because he looked so old, then you could only pity them for having their brain corrupted too thoroughly by Chaos.
Thud, thud, thud—
Just then, as your massive body swiftly moved through the gray-white mist, you seemed to faintly hear deafening sounds of pounding impacts.
You instinctively quickened your heavy stride, the Scythe of Blood in your giant palm already poised to strike.
The Next Moment, the seemingly endless gray-white mist within your sight visibly dimmed.
You abruptly halted your heavy steps and immediately spotted a tall figure with an exceptionally familiar back in a broad, dilapidated plaza!
"Hmm? Wolf cub, you're actually here?!"