182: Amid Laughter and Cheer, After the Toasts

We had gathered here to celebrate his most serious defeat!

Cheers, friends!

After this fine night, we would meet again in glory!

For the gods, ghosts, beasts, and monsters barely surviving in the Warp, this would be the sight they least wished to witness—

It would be the nightmare of their lives, second in horror only to the Underking's maw.

Within the long-twisted, winding dining hall, empty picture frames looked upon the revelry. Darkness seeped in everywhere; this world was covered in abyssal depths, and only this small space shone with brilliant lights and laughter.

The documents covering the long table had long since been cleared away, replaced by silver dessert towers. Identical smiling cakes beamed sweetly. On the other side, Magnus was loudly demanding that Corax move aside.

Vulkan voiced some opinions on whether Konrad's main course could actually be served. The bat let out a mocking sound, stubbornly insisting that everyone taste her astonishing masterpiece, but the Night Haunter could not get past the Lord of Fire Dragons' broad blockade.

After some consideration, Guilliman also chose to enter the kitchen. The lord of the Five Hundred Worlds—

No, now the lord of the Imperium, took out some cheese from the "refrigerator," preparing to let everyone sample the flavor of Macragge.

Sanguinius stood beside him. The Archangel took out a bottle of wine, its liquid thick as blood as it sloshed within the dark glass bottle.

In the end, the primarchs still failed to stop Mortarion from entering the kitchen.

Seeing the Archangel bring out blood wine, the Pale Lord sneered and then produced Barbarus's specialty—poison wine with the insect limbs filtered out.

Mortarion had already reached an agreement with Hades: everyone present had to drink a full glass of Barbarus poison wine today, or none of them