I had a premonition that something bad was going to happen. Something very, very bad.
Amid the cowering gale, the Night Lords primarch's voice was carried far away on a mournful wail.
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Beside him, Sevatar pulled the whelp from the mire, not even glancing at their great father. Instead, after hauling the whelp up with one hand, he gave the youngster's back a firm pat.
Sevatar was paying far too much attention to that new legionary. It was the attitude one took toward a successor, and Konrad was displeased by it—
But control of the legion was not in his hands.
At that thought, Konrad's displeasure subsided again.
Fate was like a spiraling descent without end. All that awaited us was the cold stares and incomprehension of the world, suffering—
"So what exactly is going to happen, my lord?"
Sevatar interrupted Konrad outright. Ah... he had never done that before.
Ever since Konrad had thrown him onto Terra last time and led the legion himself to fight the T'au Empire, Sevatar had returned having learned to talk back to and interrupt a primarch.
Karras must have led Sevatar astray. That damned Death Guard was as detestable as Mortarion.
The exhaustion of prolonged warfare left Konrad somewhat weak. He wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and let his tangled long hair conceal his pale face.
I cannot see what it is... but I hear crying... blood... the enraged one...
"Khorne?"
Sevatar muttered strangely. He tightened his grip on his chain-glaive and looked into the distance, toward those Necrons strung up in the air.
"It does sound like it."
Sevatar said cautiously. Necrons had no blood, but when fighting Khorne, they too left behind a foul liquid resembling blood.
"But... what are Chaos doing