A little over ten minutes earlier.
On the Bridge of the Metis, the tension was almost suffocating.
The cruiser belonging to the Luna Wolves had just escaped a battle it had barely survived.
The rebellion aboard the Vengeful Spirit, Horus's betrayal, the horror of brothers who had once fought side by side suddenly turning their blades on one another—all of it still haunted everyone aboard.
They had escaped that hell by sheer luck and fled toward the Colchis Star System, hoping to find Lorgar, to find someone who might help them understand it all.
But now, a new crisis was erupting on the Bridge.
"Henry, calm down!"
Abaddon's voice thundered across the Bridge. He clung to Henry's left arm, bracing his feet against the floor and trying to use his own weight to stop Henry from moving.
But his efforts accomplished little. Henry's strength was staggering, and he dragged Abaddon across the floor, his boots scraping harshly against the metal.
"Which of you set him off?"
As Torgaddon spoke, he lunged in from the other side and tried to grab Henry's right arm. But Henry gave a violent wrench and sent him flying into the wall with a dull thud.
"Abaddon! Grab his legs! His legs!" Loken wrapped his arms around Henry's waist from behind.
Abaddon and the others had just escaped the Vengeful Spirit with their lives and were heading toward the Colchis Star System to find Lorgar.
Then, as they drew close to Colchis, Henry had suddenly gone berserk.
Now Henry was like a beast out of control.
Golden light flashed in his pupils, and faint golden patterns appeared across his body. His breathing grew heavy and rapid, and his muscles swelled and trembled beneath his armor.
He even tried to seize the warship's control console and plunge