A tremor stirred in his heart, as though it were some kind of signal.
A not-so-good signal.
When he had attacked Cadia, he had suddenly felt it too.
Yet that one moment had turned his plans on Cadia into a situation where he had suffered enormous losses for only the slightest progress.
That tremor put him on guard.
The other Black Legion marauders had not felt anything yet.
Vashtorr seemed to notice Abaddon's odd behavior.
He seemed to sense Abaddon's doubts and inner conflict. Abaddon appeared to be contemplating something.
"My dear Warmaster, what are you worried about?"
"I don't know."
Watching Abaddon walk toward the monastery, Vashtorr did not think much of it.
After all, they had already gained absolute control over this star sector. Its strongest resistance, the Iron Chapter, had nearly been wiped out. As for those Imperial Guard troops, they had more than enough time in the coming days to corrupt them all and turn this planet into a recruitment ground.
He was about to obtain what he wanted.
Vashtorr was in an excellent mood.
He looked at the warriors still stubbornly resisting and merely let out a cruel laugh. Their existence could hardly affect him at all. Even if they tried to do something to salvage the situation, every one of their actions lay within his sight. Even the machine spirits would be controlled by him and obey his commands. Did these mortals truly think prayer could reverse everything?
Your hope has already been shattered.
Vashtorr wielded his sorcery.
Inside a cockpit, the human encased in armor seemed to be roasted by the flames of Chaos. Amid some Chaos chant and beneath countless inscribed runes, flames tainted by Chaos completely seared flesh and machinery into a single creation. Like a creator god, he twisted a