As the unexpected intruders stepped into the Gladiatorial Arena, radiating cold malice and decadent elegance, Lorgar and Amge stopped their furious exchange almost simultaneously.
Both took half a step back, putting some distance between them for the moment, and turned their gazes toward the Drukhari.
The seething battle lust and atmosphere of pure violence instantly gave way to a colder tension, something more complex and more dangerous.
Lorgar calmly surveyed Archon Post at their head, then glanced over the Haemonculi, Sslyth, and Incubi. There was neither surprise nor alarm in his eyes, only an almost bored scrutiny, as though he were identifying a swarm of unwelcome insects that had wandered into his backyard.
"Did Lelith Hesperax send you?" Lorgar asked flatly, offering the name without preamble.
The violet eyes concealed behind Post's grotesque faceplate flickered. He shook his head gracefully, cold light playing along the scarlet dagger in his hand. "Not at all, honored Primarch. My master has higher... expectations of you."
"Oh?" Lorgar raised an eyebrow and named several other powerful Drukhari rulers he remembered. "Estra Myrmides, then? Or Aurelia Malys? Or perhaps... Asdrubael Vect himself?"
Each name represented a chilling power within Commorragh's shadows, a bloody, perverse legend.
Post shook his head again, still composed, though the light in his violet eyes seemed to deepen. "None of them. You seem quite familiar with Commorragh's powerful figures, my lord Primarch. Unfortunately, the one inviting you is a lord who is... more discreet, and better able to appreciate 'extraordinary beauty.' Forgive me, but I cannot reveal his name until you arrive in person at the Paradise of the Dark City."
At that answer, the trace of "curiosity" on Lorgar's face swiftly vanished, replaced by icy indifference and undisguised disgust.
"Then where the fuck did a stray dog like you crawl