The breath of death was shrouding the Daemon Primarchs before him.
Like an invisible net, it spread from beneath Lorgar's feet, flowing slowly along the ground, winding around Vulkan's and Corax's ankles and climbing their calves, tightening like cold vines.
Both Daemon Primarchs could feel that presence clearly. It was an irresistible power, one their Chaos nature instinctively feared.
It told them a simple truth: the white-robed figure before them could easily erase them from this world.
"Vulkan, Corax..."
Lorgar's voice drifted from afar, calm and distant.
He approached step by step, each footfall landing on rubble without making a sound.
His white robes stirred gently in the breeze, his six wings beat slowly behind him, and the halo around his body brightened and dimmed as though breathing.
"My brothers..."
"My former brothers..."
As Lorgar drew closer, Vulkan and Corax instinctively backed away.
They stumbled through the ruins, their breathing quickened, and their pupils contracted.
Two ascended Primarchs were actually retreating involuntarily before a Primarch who had only just returned to life.
Reason told them to attack, to kill Lorgar before his strength fully recovered, but their bodies instinctively resisted the thought.
Boom, boom, boom!!!
Just then, a scarlet scar split open across the sky of Colchis.
Like a wound slashed open by a blade, it stretched across more than half the sky. Crimson light poured from it, casting a blood-colored shadow over the ground.
The earth trembled, the air burned, and a thick stench of blood spread across the battlefield.
An immensely powerful Bloodthirster burst from the scar.
His body was astonishingly vast, several times larger than the Great Unclean Ones before him, like a mountain of muscle and bone.
His skin was dark red, covered in countless scars and brass-colored markings. His muscles swelled and contracted with every