The Guessing Game: What Was Khorne Up To?

Stone Fortress.

In the Hall of the Blessed, before the Nameless Gate, the Lion had returned. The Dark Angels' sons needed no proof; the memories passed down through their Gene Seed told them who he was!

Soon, under the Lion's orderly command, the surviving Dark Angels rallied their strength and guarded the only route to the Nameless Gate!

The return of a Primarch did more than boost morale.

Their Gene-Father's return stirred an echo in the souls and genes of the surviving Dark Angels. Every one of them was swept up in unprecedented fervor!

The attacking forces of Chaos had the advantage in numbers, but this was still the Dark Angels' home. And the winding, maze-like passages underground gave the Dark Angels perfect terrain for an ambush.

As a Primarch, the Lion was personally leading his elite warriors in holding back the Chaos Creator!

And yet—something about this just didn't feel right!

Vashtor should have been eager to attack, but the Daemon of Chaos was taking his time, as if he were deliberately stalling.

What did he stand to gain by stalling?

The Lion couldn't figure it out. He looked up at Vashtor's hateful, mocking smirk, and his anger grew.

"What are you thinking about?"

Vashtor continued taunting him.

The Lion said nothing. He swung his sword in a horizontal slash.

The strike looked plain and simple, but it carried the force of a thunderbolt. The blade swept up a storm and carved a piercing streak through the air.

Clang!!!

Metal struck metal, and sparks flew!

In the dimly lit Hall of the Blessed, the flash illuminated the faces of the Lion and the Chaos Creator. One gazed ahead with steely resolve, anger buried deep within him; in the eyes of the mechanical Daemon opposite him, a hint of mockery