"Lorgar, Lorgar, Lorgar, Lorgar..."
Corax's voice carried a hysterical madness. His raven head trembled with rage, and his black feathers stood on end under the onslaught of Chaos energy.
His Talon Blades flailed wildly through the air, gouging deep scores into the walls and floor and sending sparks flying.
"Lorgar again! Is Lorgar your father?!"
His roar echoed down the corridor, filled with an anger that bordered on a breakdown.
He had truly had enough.
First, Lorgar's soul had wounded him aboard the Superstar, and that golden psychic energy had left wounds deep within his soul that still ached.
Then Lorgar's Men of Iron had beaten him to a pulp, forcing him to beg the gods for more power before he could be reborn.
Now he had encountered Curze, bearing an oath to Lorgar. This brother who had emerged from the shadows kept talking about delivering justice for the Imperium, but in the end, he was still standing up for Lorgar.
Corax wanted to unleash a torrent of curses. Why did every battle he fought somehow involve Lorgar? Why could that dead Primarch still haunt him like a restless ghost? Why did everyone revolve around Lorgar, hold Lorgar up as their example, and willingly lay down their lives for him?
"Wait, Curze." Anna's voice suddenly rang out. She stopped and turned, her gaze fixed on Curze's back.
"What did you say? What do you mean Lorgar fell into a coma?"
For the first time, emotion stirred in her voice. It was worry, a feeling she had thought she would never experience again.
Lorgar had fallen into a coma? How could the Primarch she considered almost omnipotent fall into a coma?
"It's a long story," Curze said, blocking Corax's thrusting Talon Blades with his Arm Blade.
The two blades collided in