Lorgar stared fixedly at Horus's eyes, where cold flames burned. Foul blood streamed continuously from the cracks in his shattered faceplate.
He had lost. He had actually lost so cleanly, so completely! Not long ago, he had still been able to contend with Corax, the Raven Lord, and Leman Russ, the Wolf King.
Yet before this returned Horus, the power he had gained after ascending to daemonhood had proven utterly insignificant.
This Hilling Empire... the changes they had brought were truly earth-shattering!
His gaze swept over the surroundings. The Word Bearers' elites had already been wiped out, their corpses coldly finished off by the Luna Wolves.
Those absurd rumors once spread through the Warp about the Imperium of Man's drastic transformation had now shattered the last shred of luck in his heart.
They were not baseless rumors. They were cruel reality.
Seeing Lorgar merely stare at her with shock, venom, and fear in his eyes without saying a word, Horus's lips curled into an utterly mocking smile.
"What? After ascending to daemonhood, have you forgotten how to use that silver tongue of yours?" Her voice was edged with ice. "Where did all that arrogance from earlier go? Show it to me again." She applied a little force, and the tip of her lightsaber pierced the skin of Lorgar's throat with a sizzling burn. "Honestly, I preferred that arrogant look you had before."
Sanguinius landed lightly beside Horus. Solemnity rested upon her exquisite face as she glanced at the weakened, disheveled Lorgar. "Take him back. Let everyone see what fate awaits a traitor, a 'prophet' who fell into Chaos. That would mean more than simply killing him."
Horus snorted, the killing intent in her eyes receding, though the coldness remained. "Killing him? That would be letting him off too easily." She