The Astronomican That Went Dark!

"ROOOAAARRR!!!"

A roar of unparalleled fury, pain, and madness echoed across the ruins of the Blood Palace.

Even the Forge at the heart of Khorne's Realm, deep within the Warp rift torn open by Chaos Sorcery, seemed to share the Daemon Primarch's pain. The fragile Reality Veil cracked apart inch by inch beneath the Daemon Primarch's roar.

This roar came from the deepest reaches of the Warp, saturated with curses of Eternity. It crashed over the remaining Dark Angels like an invisible tidal wave.

No one knew how much time had passed before Ezekiel finally awoke from the painful wails that had poured into his soul. He forced his eyes open and looked toward the Daemon Primarch.

Angron's enormous figure reappeared after the burning golden flames vanished.

He was still standing, but his condition was utterly different from before. The heavy armor covering his entire body had been almost completely incinerated, and the profane, filthy blood plasma had entirely evaporated, exposing the severely burned, charred, carbonized flesh beneath.

The obsidian-like muscles had been melted away, leaving most of his black bones exposed. The lingering heat continued to sear his Daemon blood, while wisps of white smoke drifted around him.

The Daemon's proud "wings" had been reduced to nothing more than a pitiful skeleton.

As a Daemon Prince, to have fallen into such a state was nothing short of miserable.

But more terrifying was that this power would never fade. Whether or not his body recovered, the Emperor's furious flames would burn his blood, bones, muscles, and even his soul forever!

That lofty, semi-transparent figure, as though carved from jade, lowered a pair of emotionless eyes amid the blazing golden radiance.

Looking at the wretched Daemon Primarch, his entire body nearly scorched black by the flames yet still glaring with venomous