The Black Reavers' desperate resistance had finally borne fruit.
Their enemies had exhausted every means yet still failed to take them down. Vashtorr's departure gave them a moment to catch their breath, but the crisis before them remained unresolved.
Those Chaos worshippers surged forward like a tsunami, rushing at them.
They sought to use the weapons in their hands to corrupt their loyalty.
Their enemies were using the cheapest, most ordinary believers to steadily wear down their strength, ensuring that when the time came to reap the harvest, they would have no strength left to resist.
Just as their vision began to darken and rage clouded their minds—
Renster swung his Power Axe at the enemy before him.
But his heavy axe was caught by a large hand.
A familiar figure appeared before them.
A dark, unfathomable figure stood quietly before them, bearing a loyalty so great it could not be spoken of.
Then he gazed levelly into the distance.
"My lord."
The instant he saw Horus, he even suspected that his eyes had failed him, that Chaos had deceived his senses. Perhaps some Tzeentch sorcerer had captured his consciousness and altered the reality he was able to perceive.
But soon—
He realized he was not the only one who had seen him.
Many more saw Horus at the same time.
"My lord!"
"Is this real?"
"Renster, I think I saw our lord."
Far away—
On a certain planet—
There was a Chaos Warband that had once turned its back on the Imperium but had not fallen to Chaos. It had merely become a neutral Chaos Warband. On the daemon world of Marmor World, they had preserved the history of their former Great Crusade and continued to commemorate the pride they had once felt as Luna Wolves and as Sons