At that moment, Fulgrim had no idea that Tzeentch had set his sights on him once again. He was preparing to lead the Emperor's Children into battle against Slaanesh's daemon army on one of the eight great avenues created by Khorne. Their only allies were the Iron Hands, led by Ferrus.
But the Iron Hands had descended into chaos. Their Iron Father had fallen unconscious after leaving the warship, and no one could solve the problem.
Fulgrim left the front line and hurried over. The moment he entered the temporary command post forged from steel, he saw the company captains of the Iron Hands' various clans pacing before the unconscious Ferrus. They argued through data streams, trying to find a way to wake him.
Red lights flickered across the data-stream encoders. Their exchange was fierce, yet no one could offer an answer that satisfied everyone.
"What happened?" Fulgrim asked as he approached Ferrus. He placed a hand on Ferrus's artery and felt the beat of his heart.
The rate was normal. It appeared to be nothing more than unconsciousness; his life was in no danger.
One company captain spoke, voicing the most likely conclusion they had reached during their discussion.
"Perhaps our father was forcibly disconnected from the shipborne command system. The impact of that immense data stream caused his brain to choose self-preservation rather than continue processing it."
Fulgrim raised an eyebrow. "You mean that during the previous battle, my brother was continuously connected to some enormous machine installed aboard the warship?"
"Yes, Lord Fulgrim. While fighting those daemons, our father felt that his own command capabilities were insufficient for such a volatile and complex battlefield, so he chose to enhance himself with machinery. Just as he once said: flesh is weak, only iron endures. But just now, a