Primarchs Confer (4k, still)

"Fuck, what a shithole."

A towering man walked through the ruined wreckage, his expression calm, yet every little detail about him somehow made it clear he was extremely pissed off. He had a wild mane of messy blond hair, like a wolf's ruff. Right now, he was expressing his heartfelt dissatisfaction with the sight before him.

The language he used, however, was not exactly civilized.

"They really should've shoved those bastards up fucking Nurgle's asshole. Bunch of sons of bitches, and that bastard leading them too. Praying to Nurgle for endless life, brain completely undeveloped, cerebellum only half-grown—idiots."

Cursing under his breath, he kicked a broken chunk of rubble away. It whistled through the air and caused a second collapse among the ruins.

The blond man bared his teeth in irritation, sharp canines slipping past his lips. "Where the hell is everyone?! Where'd they all go and die?!"

With an expression full of bad luck, he found a relatively clean spot and sat down. His heavy fur cloak snapped loudly in the cold wind. He had been sitting for less than five minutes before he launched into a long string of complaints.

"No booze, no people—then they even took my Thirteenth Company away! All-Father! You might as well just kill me!" He used that as his closing line, then suddenly lifted his head, putting on the look of a man rendered speechless as he questioned the heavens. "Seriously, just slap me dead and be done with it!"

Smack!

A crisp sound rang out. Golden radiance gradually faded. The blond man silently covered the back of his head and stared at the old man who had abruptly appeared before him, blinking.

The old man wore a simple robe, exposing withered hands and arms. One of his eyes was covered by an