Some of the people living on Sicarus had been abducted by the Word Bearers from religious worlds. The fallen Word Bearers were eager to witness the moment those Ecclesiarchy followers' faith shattered. Naturally, Chaos rebels who had taken part in the sieges of religious worlds were also qualified to embark upon the path of seeking truth to Sicarus.
But Corax cared nothing for Lorgar's words. The extent to which he had liberated his Warp essence was beyond anything Konrad Curze could compare to. Having lost his humanoid form, he looked more like a constantly flowing storm, with the scarlet eyes of the ravens flickering in and out of view, filled with killing intent.
"Hisss... caw... hehehehe, aaaaaah!" Amid indescribable shrieks, the ravens slammed viciously against the seal. Even Lorgar was startled into taking several steps back by that display of force.
Over the past thousand-odd years, Lorgar and the Word Bearers Legion had endured the terror of the ravens. Even when they used psychic power to teleport the entirety of Sicarus away, the ravens would catch up with them time and again.
Once he discovered that the ravens could not break the seal, Lorgar's heart settled. He first cursed Corax a few times, then grew furious at his own cowardly behavior just now.
He took several more steps forward, arrogantly lifting his chin. Then, in a contemptuous yet smug tone, he spoke to Corax within the seal. "Heh heh, what can you do now? Didn't I still win the battle? I endured for over a thousand years. I'm long since no longer the man I once was!"
Corax answered Lorgar with a low growl. It reminded Lorgar of when he had still been a child, when howling cold winds had pushed open his window and inflicted unbearable chill upon his