Make Fulgrim Whole

Beyond the door stood Dorn's brothers, with Lin Fan off to one side. They had been waiting for Dorn for quite some time.

"Sorry," Dorn apologized briefly. "I was just... shocked by those records."

"It's fine, Dorn. I had the same reaction the first time I read the database." Jaghatai gave a dry laugh.

"Let's deal with this thing first. Dug out from deep beneath that disgusting planet of Drazhar's... brother."

Perturabo removed the seal formed from Ecclesiarchy scriptures and holy relics. Once the ceramic stone tiles engraved with sacred words had all fallen away, a great purple serpent stretched his body.

"Ferrus! Ferrus!" Daemon Prince Fulgrim screamed. There was not a shred of reason in his eyes.

Clone Fulgrim stood to one side with a complicated expression, while Trazyn recorded everything and considered how to save Fulgrim's deeply fallen soul.

"He's fallen this far, and the corruption is bound to his soul... This is going to be a rather difficult technical job." Trazyn sighed, drawing a mocking laugh from Fabius.

"Heh heh... Of course it's difficult. It's simply impossible. If a primarch's soul could be saved, I would have done it long ago instead of creating a clone."

Fabius lowered his head. Clone Fulgrim had rescued him, and Clone Fulgrim held a peculiar trust in the Fabius who had created him, even though Fabius had sold him to Trazyn once.

"How about I slap him a few times? Let's see if he still goes crazy after a few slaps." Lin Fan shook out his hands, making Perturabo somewhat displeased.

"My Chaos corruption wasn't cleaned away with slaps, was it?"

"Of course not! The Emperor did that!"

Hearing Lin Fan's words, Perturabo curled his lips in satisfaction.

"I don't have the patience to waste time with you!" Dorn had instead