In truth, Lorgar Aurelian was deeply unfamiliar with the term "crossing worlds." He had only heard the word from the mouth of a god, and nothing more.
That meant he knew nothing about the aftereffects and possible consequences of crossing worlds. The instant the teleportation ended, a crushing wave of dizziness struck him at terrifying speed. Even with a Primarch's physique, he could not recover from it quickly.
He had meant to stand up. But he did not have time.
The heavy punch to his jaw nearly knocked him out on the spot.
Fists fell like rain, blow after blow. They were heavy at first, but the later they came, the lighter they grew, even light enough to seem hesitant. Lorgar finally had time to breathe. His blurred vision began to return, and he saw a hesitant-looking man standing before him, his right hand raised high.
After a while, the man lowered his hand. He asked slowly, "Who are you?"
That is my question.
Lorgar stared at his face for a long time without a word. After a while, when the dizziness had faded from his mind, his first action was not a greeting.
He simply raised the diamond-shaped miracle in his hand.
Blazing radiance erupted in an instant. Horus Lupercal stood before him without fear or wavering. At the sight, the Word Bearer's iron-cold expression finally disappeared.
The muscles beneath his eyes began to twitch. That neurotic expression put deep furrows between the Wolf-Master's brows. He opened his mouth, but did not have time to speak.
An embrace struck him.
".It sent you here?"
Fulgrim touched the wound on his cheek and asked thoughtfully. The Phoenix's bearing at this moment did not match his appearance. He sat at one side of a cold Round Table, his right hand