Daemon Primarch Angron (Part 1)

Encircled by eight rivers of blood and piled atop mountains of skulls, the blood-red portal before the enormous brass shrine altar had finally begun to open!

Almost at the same time, the entire Blood Palace was shrouded in an aura of utter savagery. A surging tide of bloodlust mingled with howling gales, as though a god from the dawn of time had flown into a rage. Space and even the air trembled, the ground cracked apart inch by inch, and the columns supporting the palace groaned under the impact of the gale.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

With a sound like shattering glass, space let out a shrill wail as reality's structure was torn apart by pure, boiling malice surging from the High Heavens!

Dense crimson light, the stench of sulfur, and thick, flowing blood all poured out of that "portal." Alvin, standing closest to it, had no time to dodge and was drenched from head to toe, as if he'd been hauled out of a river of blood.

Boom!

A gigantic foot, horribly twisted and utterly unlike a human's, stomped onto the brass shrine altar, making the magnificent structure shudder.

"Did I fail?" Alvin's pupils contracted sharply, and his mind went completely blank.

That didn't make sense. In the vision he'd "foreseen," he had clearly stopped the "Chaos summoning ritual" and foiled the evil Chaos Sorcery!

But the scene unfolding before him was like a slap across the face.

The future he had "foreseen" had gone awry!

Why had things turned out this way?!

Ever since he'd awakened his power of "foresight," he'd never once been wrong. What had just happened was an undeniable warning!

Foresight was not infallible.

But as thoughts raced through his mind, the blood-red figure halfway through the Warp Rift didn't pause for a moment. It reached