Golden Lorgar, the music I play is every bit as beautiful as yours in the eastern galaxy

Segmentum Pacificus, Colchis, homeworld of the Word Bearers.

Kargos, Apothecary of the Eighth Company, looked at Inzar Thyrus, the Word Bearers' accompanying Chaplain.

"Tell me, where is this power you spoke of?"

"Kargos, be patient. I promise you, you will have it," Thyrus said.

Tick, tick-

The Butcher's Nails hummed and churned, tearing at Kargos's nerves.

"You brought me from one end of the galaxy to the other."

"Now we have reached Colchis."

"My brother." Thyrus stepped up to him, the closeness between them evoking the days they had fought side by side in the arena.

The 12th Legion despised the Chaplains covered in scripture and sigils. They were only slightly better than the mortal Remembrancers driven away by Lotara's protests.

But Thyrus was unlike the other cowardly Sons of Lorgar. His outstanding performances in the arena and his cold, exacting combat discipline had earned the respect of Lord Kharn and the entire Eighth Company.

"Trust me. What you receive will far exceed your imagination."

He gazed at the nails in Kargos's head as though admiring a holy relic.

"Bloodspitter, Angron brought you more than torment. He also brought you a blessing."

"You have set foot upon the Eightfold Path. I will help you complete the journey your father left unfinished."

"Angron and his nails brought me nothing but pain," Kargos roared.

"He was a failure."

"But he walked the right path. He merely fell before reaching its end."

"And you, my brother, can prove that you will go farther than he did."

After calming Kargos, Thyrus left the training grounds alone.

Leaving behind the fierce whistles of Kargos's swinging chainaxe, he entered a building covered in runes.

The great doors opened, and a sound resembling the Butcher's Nails reached his ears.

"Dark Apostle, contact with Golden Lorgar has been