A glint of cold light arrived first, then the spear shot forth like a dragon!
With a clang, the snake-scale-carved spear collided with lightning-wreathed claws. Aurora had appeared at Vulkan's side at some point, blocking Konrad Curze's attack for him.
Of course, it was unlikely that Vulkan, with his Perpetual nature, could be killed in a single blow. But if brothers drew blood against one another, that was a different matter. Now that Rogal Dorn and Perturabo had fallen into conflict, they were exchanging greetings with their fists as well.
"You little bastard, always pulling this kind of underhanded stunt!" Vulkan fumed, pounding his chest, but he did not continue attacking Konrad Curze.
Seeing this, Fulgrim tried to persuade him as well. "Then, Vulkan, are you willing to come with us?"
"Go? Of course I'm going. Leaving you alone with this little bastard doesn't sit right with me!"
"Heh... If I wished it, the two of you still wouldn't be able to catch even a trace of me." Konrad Curze chuckled, his pale face carrying a cold, cruel air.
Though conflict ran deep between the brothers, they still set out on their journey of inspection, with a force placed under their command. Having obtained a relatively complete map of the Webway from Tzeentch, the Imperium of Man's ships could travel swiftly through the main Webway routes, far more efficiently than Warp jumps.
Fulgrim stood before the window and gazed into the Webway. Those enormous rifts had been plugged with crystal, and he could faintly sense gazes peering out from the crystals' faceted surfaces. Tzeentch had promised that the daemons would withdraw from the Webway, but he had never said they would stop watching it.
The Webway's barriers gradually blurred, and pitch-black void once more filled Fulgrim's vision. He looked toward