Nuceria's frozen mountain tundra was littered with corpses.
Kharn crouched and picked up a fragment, his gauntlet rubbing over the shard of bone.
"Don't touch it!" Argel Tal warned.
"Don't touch anything. These skulls are a grave. Angron's heart lies exposed here."
Following his friend's warning, Kharn carefully put the bone back.
Angron clenched his fists and threw back his head, his grief-stricken howl echoing through the heavens.
"They're all dead, my brothers and sisters." Tears streamed down his face, freezing into frost.
Lorgar Aurelian cautiously approached his wounded brother. "What did you call your enemies?"
"High Riders, because they stood high above and watched us die amid the dust of the arenas."
"I had never seen warriors as exceptional as them. Jakhara, wielding his strangler chains; Kallest, bearing his sharp spear; Big Astee and Little Astee, with their spinning daggers—their smiles were brighter than sunlight. Gangrene took one of Laberton's arms, but he still shouted at the High Riders, 'If you've got the guts, come at me!'"
"We were born in red sand, raised in filth, eating the shit the High Lords gave us, but in the end, we became free. We made those dog bastards pay."
Angron lowered his head. "They were my support, just as I was theirs."
"We lived and died together, shared hardship and joy. I swore that I would live and die with them, that we would endure together until the end."
"I should have died here. I already died here. The World Eaters' primarch is nothing but an empty shell. This is where I belong. The greatest battle of my life was stolen from me."
"There will be a greater battle, my brother. I promise you," Lorgar said.
"Fuck Terra! I don't give a fuck about that shithole Terra!"
"I don't give a