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Creed had just awakened in the medbay when the Vostkani officer waiting by his bed enthusiastically hauled him away, as if yesterday's feast had not been enough and they were going for another round today.

He felt around his body and discovered that the beacon he used to send combat signals to the Space Marines had vanished. Then, cautiously, he asked about Adjutant Kyle and Sergeant Aurora.

Adjutant Kyle was still unconscious in bed. The spicy meat stew had given him something of a gastric perforation. Sergeant Aurora was perfectly fine—and had even broken the Vostkani record yesterday.

It was over...

Creed shook his head. Adjutant Kyle must have been unable to withstand the blessings of Chaos and was about to become a warped Chaos Spawn. Sergeant Aurora's remarkable adaptability to the blessings of Chaos would surely lead her to become a Champion of Chaos.

Then what was happening to him? Was he caught between corruption and Loyalty?

Creed's mind was a mess, and his steps were weak and unsteady. He boarded a Taurus Armoured Car, picking up Sergeant Aurora along the way. Their final destination was a mine operated by the Adeptus Mechanicus on this planet.

After they got out, Tovens approached with a smile, his large hand clamping tightly around Creed's.

This modified bionic arm will certainly give you a taste of my strength, traitor!

Creed kept his face straight and squeezed back hard. His grip was no weak one either, but it still could not compare to an augmented arm.

Rubbing his aching hand, Creed understood his fate. These traitors were about to begin the final stage: inviting Creed to join them. If he refused, some dark entity would take the place of his soul. This place, where only mining servitors moved about, was the altar they