"Oh, my dear brother."
Corax's voice echoed through the compartments of the Fireforged. He slowly emerged from the shadows, the Crown of Dominion casting a dim glow above his head.
His stride was unhurried, but a trace of cold scrutiny lurked in his eyes.
The moment he stepped aboard the Fireforged, the Nurgle Daemons roaming its corridors gave him a wide berth.
The once-arrogant Nurgle Daemons cowered as they felt the oppressive power radiating from the Crown of Dominion. Like creatures confronted by their natural predator, they pressed against the walls and slowly backed away, trying to put as much distance as possible between themselves and Corax.
The Nurglings were even more terrified. They burrowed into ventilation ducts and cracks in the floor, leaving only their round eyes exposed as they stared fearfully at the uninvited guest.
Only the Plague Marines stood in Corax's way. Once warriors of the Salamanders Legion, now blessed by Nurgle, they formed a line across the path to the forge chamber.
Thick green mold coated their armor, corrosive liquid dripped from their weapons, and their eyes were filled with vigilance and hostility.
They did not yield, for their orders were to guard the forge chamber and allow no one to disturb their Primarch's work.
Corax swept his gaze over the Plague Marines, a disdainful smile curling his lips.
He did not stop. He simply kept walking, and as he approached, the Plague Marines involuntarily parted to either side.
They felt Nurgle's power within the Crown of Dominion. It was the will of the Father himself, and they could not defy it.
"Vulkan, I never imagined this." Corax walked up to the Plague Forge, his gaze settling on the figure working before it.
Vulkan stood at the Plague Forge, its firelight casting his body into a