"No, my brother, this is not the world after death. It is a new place waiting for us to conquer. Get up, and I'll explain this world to you properly. What we have discovered here is enough to change the future of the Imperium of Man."
Leman Russ grabbed Angron's hand, intending to pull him up from the ground. Then he suddenly realized that his heavily muscled brother was limp as a noodle, swaying back and forth with every tug.
Angron seemed to realize something as well. His face reddened, yet he could not move his body at all. In the end, he helplessly told Leman Russ,
"It seems I can only move my head. I cannot feel anything below my neck..."
Has my brother become a vegetable? Leman Russ abruptly turned to Draudillon and demanded an explanation.
Draudillon, drenched in sweat from using resurrection magic, stammered for a long time before finally coming up with an explanation for Leman Russ.
"Perhaps... it is because his life force is too strong, while I am too weak? Resurrection magic can only revive part of his body. To revive him completely, we may need more advanced magic."
"Did you hear that? We need more advanced magic. Magnus can save you, as long as we get word out!"
"Save me?" Angron instinctively wanted to fly into a rage, but without the endless agony brought by the Butcher's Nails, his fury remained only as resentment toward The Emperor. It could no longer reveal itself through a savage expression. The true nature of the blood-soaked Lord of the War Hounds was, in fact, that of a good-natured man even gentler than Vulkan.
At last, he sighed and slowly said under Leman Russ's astonished gaze, "Forget it. Stop fussing over this. Only being able to move