"Corax, I'll give you a chance."
Lorgar's voice rang through the ragged winds on the planet's surface. He still held Corax by the throat, but his fingers were slowly loosening.
His gaze held an almost pitying scrutiny, like someone standing on high looking down at a beast hiding in the shadows.
With a casual fling, he sent Corax's body flying like a kite with its string cut, straight into the sinkhole largely covered by the dragon's corpse.
The remains of the seven-headed demon dragon lay across the sinkhole like a torn mountain range, its severed necks and limp wings barely screening the vast sky.
Dark green pus and blood slowly seeped from the corpse's wounds, dripping down its shattered scales and burning pit after charred pit into the ground.
Yet the dragon's corpse cast an immense swath of shadow across that deathly silent, ashen sinkhole.
Those shadows were thick and sprawling, like unfurled black silk, spreading freely into every corner and crevice of the sinkhole and behind every massive rock.
Lorgar knew that, to Corax, these shadows were his kingdom, his weapons, his lair.
"You've always wanted to fight me. This time, I'll give you a chance." As Lorgar spoke, his gaze swept toward the corrupted body stripped away at his feet.
Vulkan was still twitching at death's door, covered in foul blood and fragments of the Warp.
Lorgar nudged him with his foot. Golden psychic energy instantly enveloped Vulkan, then ignited and banished him.
The entire process was clean and decisive, without a wasted motion.
Then Lorgar planted both feet, standing squarely in the center of those deep shadows.
He spread his hands, presenting himself like a target with arms outstretched, and called into the darkness, "Come on. Kill me."
A mocking smile curled his lips, glaringly conspicuous at