Vashtor: What Is Credit, Anyway?

The wicked Chaos Creator's words sent the Lion King's heart plummeting.

Only then did he realize what the omen he'd seen in his dreams a few days ago—the "Burning Forest"—truly meant.

The burning forest hadn't been hinting at a crisis at the Stone Fortress. It had meant... Alvin!

"You're after... Alvin?!" A piercing gleam burst from the aged Lion's pupils. The air around him seemed to be shrouded in a chilling, viscous killing intent. Unstable Warp energy,

piercing through the barriers of the material universe, mingled with the malice flowing through the High Heavens, combining with it in a display of astonishing power!

In the ancient Hall of Prayer, a rich pine-green hue suddenly spread out from the Lion King.

Ancient vines grew alongside towering old trees, forming a strange and mysterious "domain."

The bizarre sight made Daemon Prince Belak's expression shift slightly. He tightened his grip on his blood-red blade.

This crimson greatsword had been forged for him by Khorne when he ascended to daemonhood, using the blood and souls of hundreds of thousands of living beings. He watched the Primarch before him warily, not daring to let his guard down for an instant!

But in that very moment, the vines covering the Hall of Prayer suddenly seemed to come alive and surged toward them like mad!

Daemon Prince Belak knew full well that these vines and this forest were connected to the Primarch.

Daring not to be careless, he swung his blood-red blade, sending a fierce blade aura slicing through the vines surging toward him like a tide.

The Lion King glared at them furiously, sneered a few times, then slowly retreated, his figure gradually vanishing into the forest.

"Damn it, he's trying to escape! We can't let him leave!" Daemon Prince Belak's pupils contracted. Ignoring the Dark