Teleportation light spilled across an intact Forge Temple on Mirhand, and Ishaan Tul Koriphas took shape at the center of a pattern of sinister runes.
He raised his staff high, and flames roared skyward from its head.
"Corpse towers as pillars, souls as guides..."
As Koriphas chanted, eight ruins linked to where he stood ignited one by one.
Each rune had been seared into the planet's surface with the precision of a battleship-class weapon.
Together, they formed a perfect Eight-Pointed Star.
The corpses of the Myrhand Guard burned fiercely, smoke spreading across the entire Forge Temple.
Koriphas aimed his staff at the Forge Complex. A blazing torrent of molten metal shrieked toward it.
"Reshape the armor Vulkan forged in the furnaces of Saturn, and let it serve the followers of truth."
Vulkan had generously shared the Saturnine Terminator with his brothers, including Golden Lorgar.
First Company Captain Kor Phaeron had ordered Koriphas to punish Mirhand and plunder the Forge World, while corrupting its furnaces to remake the Saturnine Terminators and Saturnine Dreadnoughts.
The smoke filling the Forge Complex turned scarlet, and the furnaces roared. The Phoebian Devices shrieked with Distortion, tormenting the Word Bearers until they howled in agony.
"You will be reborn today. The gods' blessings will reshape your bodies," Koriphas sang over the communications channel.
"Praise... the gods!" The Word Bearers were engulfed in scarlet light.
They forgot the pain tearing through every part of their bodies and let the flames of the Empyrean pouring from the Phoebian Device interfaces burn their brains.
The ruined bodies of the Saturnine Dreadnoughts crackled as scarlet arcs wrapped around the massive mechanical beasts.
Bang!
Furnaces exploded into fragments, and the scarlet beasts broke free of their shackles.
Koriphas lowered his staff. "Vulkan, your folly will bury the Sons of Nimrod."
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