You are the biggest fool I have ever met.
Why aren't you digging mud yet? Are the Iron Warriors all this idle?
I can build a fortress you cannot destroy.
You will become my Lord of Iron!
Perty! Ascending to daemonhood has got me so damn pumped! Hehehe!
A jumble of memories whirled before Perturabo's eyes like photographs rapidly changing in an old-fashioned projector, while the voices of many people echoed in his ears.
The noise irritated Perturabo, eventually turning into rage. He reached out, trying to smash the images of those memories, only to find that he could not raise his thick arm at all.
The images drew closer and closer, transforming into Incubi that opened their bloody maws, about to devour Perturabo.
Suddenly, a massive eye replaced everything. The surroundings felt familiar to Perturabo.
It was the mountain peak he had climbed as a child. High, far above in the sky, an eye was staring down at him.
People had once called that eye Cygnus X-1, but Perturabo preferred to call it the Eye of Terror.
"You cannot escape my gaze..."
"Shut up."
"You cannot escape my perception..."
"I said shut up."
"You will return in the end..."
The Eye of Terror swelled, swallowing Perturabo's body in an instant and burning his flesh, leaving him unable to utter even the faintest cry of pain.
"Hey! Wake up!"
A voice that sounded thoroughly punchable shattered the illusion of the Eye of Terror. Perturabo opened his eyes with heavy breaths. His blurred vision quickly focused, and in the end, he stared blankly at a pale, plain ceiling.
An unfamiliar ceiling...
"Did you just have a nightmare?"
That annoying voice again. The moment Perturabo heard it, fury rose from the depths of his heart. He turned his head toward the