The flames on the Greatsword in Lorgar's hand had yet to die. Golden light danced through the cold metal hall, casting flickering shadows across his sharply defined profile.
He did not answer Trazyn's deliberately casual greeting. He merely stared coldly at that metal body with golden eyes that seemed capable of piercing the soul, and at the elusive, spectral green light flickering in its eyes.
The silence itself was a far more oppressive answer.
The spectral green eyes in Trazyn's lipless metal face flickered, as though he found the silence slightly surprising—or perhaps amusing.
His thoughts, accompanied by their distinctive hum, rang out directly once more, his tone retaining that exaggerated, almost theatrical ease.
"Oh my... what a truly... unexpected delight. What brings an exalted being such as yourself to this forgotten corner? The rising star of the Imperium of Man, the preacher of faith, the Primarch of the Word Bearers, the esteemed Lord Lorgar Aurelian?"
He even bowed slightly. His metal joints bent without a sound, his graceful posture betraying a trace of insincerity.
Lorgar finally spoke, his voice steady. "Aren't you curious how I know your name, Trazyn 'the Infinite'?"
The green light in Trazyn's eyes seemed to freeze for a billionth of a second, then began flickering faster, his mental voice growing even more cheerful.
"Curious? Oh, no, certainly not. Before a towering being such as yourself, who sees through past and future and holds truth in his grasp, surely it is only natural that my meager reputation should be known?"
"You know all things. I need not, nor would I dare, question how you know any of this. Might it simply mean that some of my insignificant work has had the good fortune to catch your discerning eye?"
The more he spoke like this, the more