"Wasn't the Blood God supposed to only watch from the sidelines?"
"It truly wouldn't. It would stab us opponents in the back whenever its own people fell into a disadvantage."
Even Taifon could not help responding to the Plague Sorcerer's prophecy with doubt in his voice.
Whether this prophecy had come from the omnipotent Benevolent Father himself, or from some bastard drifting through the Warp who had squeezed in to interject, Taifon found it difficult not to question it.
It was indeed possible that the Blood God would not remain uninvolved, but expecting it to help win the war on Brumm was far too fanciful.
There were also the Drakasi on Brumm. That creature, once a reptile before ascending into a Daemon Prince, clearly pleased the Blood God more. Considering the Plague Warriors had been fighting it all this time, Taifon was more surprised that the Blood God had not split Brumm with a single axe stroke.
"Execute."
The Plague Sorcerer's body instantly stiffened. Green soul-fire burst from it, and the soul-born scream from before its death became the two word-like pieces of information: "Execute."
The sorcerer's soul was also pulled away.
Taifon rose and looked at the adjutant he had only recently promoted, thinking that he had probably gone to serve the Benevolent Father in the Empyrean, fighting the Benevolent Father's brother.
Fine.
At least he would not have to face the mess ahead.
With that thought, Taifon leaned back in the Command Throne, resting both arms on the armrests formed of mutated flesh.
A cold command came from the mouth of a Nurgling on the Plague Herald's tumor.
"Close on Brumm. Close in at any cost."
"We will abandon the Void War and go to Brumm, even if our entire fleet is annihilated."
Even as he gave these