Evil Lurking in the Shadows (Part Two)

Cadimos took a step back, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

Though he would never admit it, the sight of a huge figure in heavy armor appearing before him made him extraordinarily tense.

But that terrifying Killer was not really here, Cadimos kept reminding himself. He was merely speaking to him through dark sorcery.

Even so, Cadimos could not drive the fear from his very guts.

"I am sorry, Lord Madokoras."

Cadimos replied apprehensively, and the flames before him gradually twisted into a tangible form.

The towering Chosen Lord wore crimson armor adorned with golden stripes, its surface covered in ever-shifting brass runes.

To the followers of the Blood-Worship Cult, it was a sacred relic that had displayed the Blood God's divine might and power for centuries. They worshipped it blindly, but only its true wearer understood the armor's strength.

Bright yellow-white light burned in Madokoras's eyes, and Cadimos could feel the hatred in the heart of this prominent figure from the Blood-Worship Cult's inner circle.

"Those damned Greenskins destroyed our eastern headquarters. They betrayed us! Our master tried to save that pale bastard, but his power was ignored! Now we will destroy it! I have witnessed countless returns of eternal glory and authority, yet only one thing has stopped us from offering this world to the Blood God—that insignificant Ork bastard, Guk!"

The Chosen Lord threw back his head, raised his arms, and burst into wild laughter.

Cadimos, meanwhile, was soaked in cold sweat.

He had lived through countless battles and faced innumerable terrifying enemies. He had even escaped Ork encirclements twice, yet the monster before him filled him with fear down to his bones.

"Praise the Skull Throne!"

Madokoras's voice grew ever more frenzied, while the ring of fire erupted with dazzling lightning alongside his mad laughter.