Nimrod brought the "Fallen Count" potion to his lips and glanced at the viscous black liquid.
A hazy shadow shrouded the potion, and even his eyes could not see through it.
Obsidian's gaze sharpened as the potion rapidly enlarged within his field of vision.
His perspective rose, looking down upon the potion in his hand from a higher dimension.
Shadows swirled across its surface. The Warp Vision that had just caught Angron's weakness was now unable to perceive the potion.
The Mentor of Chaos activated Spirit Sight and stared at his palm, but there was nothing within.
He nodded thoughtfully and switched to the vision of the Rule Line. This time, there was a change.
The hazy shadows transformed into strands of Rule Lines. Amid the black threads were interwoven gray shadow threads, along with occasional wisps of thread:
Blood Red power and fury, blue wisdom and fate, green resilience and plague, Purple swiftness and perception.
[The power of the Four Ruinous Powers had completely fused into the potion, becoming pure power of rules.
The Fallen Count's additional enhancement was worth giving Be'lakor the chance to fuse with the Shadow Blade.]
Filled with anticipation, Nimrod tipped back his head and poured the potion into his mouth.
The icy potion slid down his throat, and his entire body went numb.
It was a Paralysis implanted deep within his soul.
Nimrod's consciousness suddenly soared, rising into the skies in an instant.
His enormous eyes enveloped the entire planet, taking everything into view.
Ultramarines trudged through the sea of blood, while Rhino armored transports had their turbines buried deep in the mire.
Word Bearers raised banners bearing the Chaos Star high and chanted hymns praising the Gods.
World Eaters brandished their chainsaw weapons, howling excitedly amid the scarlet downpour.
Blood Father and Blood