The bridge of the Shadow of the Emperor trembled in silence. The warriors of the Raven Guard Legion who had risen again stood silently amid the storms of the Warp.
This was a force powerful enough to tear through battle lines.
They no longer feared pain, no longer feared death, and no longer feared even the Warp itself.
The daemonic souls within them made them more frenzied and dangerous than ordinary Space Marines.
They were his legion. Though they no longer bore any resemblance to the Raven Guard they had once been, they were still his legion.
"Move out." Corax's command emerged from his raven-like head, low and hoarse.
The Shadow of the Emperor awakened once more.
The immense ship, which had lain as still as a corpse for an unknown length of time, began to tremble at Corax's command.
A deep growl rose from its engines. The flesh covering its hull writhed and contracted, retreating into the compartments and exposing the armor beneath, rusted but still intact.
Dark red light flared once more from the engine exhausts. The warship's keel bent and tightened like a fully drawn bow, then snapped straight, driving directly into the surging colors of Chaos.
The reborn Raven Guard Legion burst forth from the Sea of Souls.
The Shadow of the Emperor's armor was mottled with iridescent stains left by the Warp Storm. It broke free of the entanglements that had held it in the Warp for so long and surged toward the exit into realspace.
Corax stood at the breach in the bridge, currents of the Warp whipping past him.
He gazed toward the still-unseen realspace, and Lorgar's image rose in his mind.
That name churned through his consciousness with a searing weight.
He longed to find Lorgar, longed to use the legion he