Nimrod stared at the dark body on the operating table, light and shadow flickering in his obsidian eyes.
His consciousness spilled out from his body, projecting like a shadow and seeping into Vulkan's mind.
The falling warship slammed into the atmosphere, its blazing smoke choking the air.
Thousands of battle tanks roared, while Titans roamed the horizon in groups.
Astartes clad in power armor of every color were bent on destroying one another.
The Firewood Guard shouted the name of the Lord of the Fire Drakes as they charged alongside the giant in green armor.
Vulkan suddenly stopped, staring blankly ahead.
Blood dripped from the sinister blade as Fulgrim, clad in ornate armor, held Ferrus Manus's head.
Scalding silver liquid splashed across the ground, and the ripples it raised seared Vulkan's heart.
Vulkan's eyes turned crimson. He cast aside the Firewood Guard, seized Dawnbringer, and smashed into the tank formation.
Bang!
A Rhino crashed into Vulkan's right arm. Its wheels spun wildly, churning mud and sand that slapped against him.
He released the warhammer, leaving the cries behind him. His body twisted as both hands tore open a gap in the armored line.
The Firewood Guard struggled to keep up with their Primarch's furious advance, their weapons spewing blazing flames as they followed their father.
Amid thunderous booms, the sky split open, revealing a vast magnesium-white band.
The Firewood Guard's vision was completely swallowed, and the sky split apart into enormous magnesium-white bands.
Vulkan's burning eyes pierced the blinding radiance and saw the missiles descending from above.
Explosions filled his vision as boiling flames swept across the entire world.
Fire rained down, and armor shattered.
Rumble!
The entire mind-world shook. Dust filled the air and poured into his throat.
Vulkan's eyes were repeatedly scoured by the immense force. His eyelids