Angron's every sense told him that the shapeless crimson presence was Khorne, the very being who drove him like a slaver.
The entire space boiled and churned at Khorne's arrival. Many of the black cubes abandoned their responses to the unceasing mechanical voices throughout the Milky Way, turning instead to repair the breach Khorne had forcibly torn through the shell.
"He is my slave... Void Dragon, if you want to take him, you will have to defeat me first." Khorne roared, allowing Angron to learn that the master of this space was the Void Dragon, though he had no idea what the Void Dragon truly was.
"You ridiculous child."
The Void Dragon paid no heed to Khorne's threat. Countless Blackstone Spires formed out of thin air, and the energy waves they released gradually forced Khorne's savage power back.
As the Void Dragon and Khorne struggled against each other, a deep yet icy voice rang in Angron's ear.
Angron knew that voice well. He had hated its owner for over ten thousand years. Even if he were ground to dust and scattered to the winds, he would never forget the curse this man had inflicted upon him.
The Emperor—or, more accurately, the God-Emperor—had descended here through the breach Khorne had torn open.
Angron struggled to evade him, trying to use his own will to forcibly hold back the ever-spreading golden light. Yet all he could do was watch in furious despair as that light squeezed his consciousness to the margins.
Angron fixed his gaze on the hazy golden figure, gritting his teeth without saying a word.
The God-Emperor watched Angron as well, but he had no intention of offering any explanation. He merely severed the Butcher's Nails' influence over Angron and transferred it onto himself.
The all-pervading pain, the distortion and