Inside the pharmaceutical laboratory.
Fabius had never before poured his lifetime of knowledge and every ounce of his concentration into preparing a drug as he did now.
Lucius lay bonelessly on the floor, choking back sobs. "Is it ready yet? I feel so weak right now..."
Tears streamed from the corners of the Chosen of Slaanesh's eyes. Thick, viscous fluid ran from his nostrils, while his shriveled mouth caught the mucus flowing down from his nose even as it drooled from the corners.
"I feel so weak right now."
"So fragile."
Lucius muttered as he weakly slapped Fabius's leg with his hand.
Fortunately, Fabius quickly finished preparing a vial of medicine and injected it into the drug canister on Lucius's back.
In that instant, Lucius's senses and thoughts became a hundred times clearer. Surging battle intent coursed through every cell in his body.
He could clearly feel that he had become stronger, and it was no illusion. The combat drug had given him a genuine enhancement, replacing the frail sluggishness he had felt moments ago.
With a single glance at Fabius, Lucius's mind produced a thousand ways to kill him with swordsmanship, each one ensuring Fabius died miserably.
Starting with severing every joint...
Then cutting open Fabius's vital points, leaving him to await death in helpless convulsions...
But thoughts were only thoughts. Lucius could not bear to act on them.
The Chosen sprang up from his chair, drawing his sword in an instant and leaving dozens of sword marks across the laboratory wall.
Fabius, who frequently enhanced himself through modification, had not even seen what Lucius did. Only when his gaze slowly shifted to the wall did he notice the sword marks Lucius had left behind.
The mad doctor had to admit that if Lucius had suddenly attacked him in