The Imperium's succubus-Lorgar

The uproar in the Gladiatorial Arena gradually subsided, and the bloody vengeance came to a temporary end.

The air was thick with smoke, blood, and the scent of freedom.

Angron stood amid a mountain of enemy corpses, his chest heaving. Blood and sweat covered his bronze skin. In eyes once filled with savagery, relief at vengeance fulfilled now mingled with the daze of newfound freedom and a trace of indescribable exhaustion.

Lorgar slowly walked to Angron's side. The faint Golden Psychic Shield surrounding him had faded, and his expression had returned to its usual composure, touched with a hint of divinity.

He reached out and gently steadied Angron's arm as it swayed from exhaustion, the gesture natural yet offering unquestionable support.

"Brother Angron," Lorgar said, his voice calm and strong, cutting through Angron's ragged breathing.

"You are free."

Angron turned to look at Lorgar, his gaze conflicted. He said nothing, merely exhaling heavily before reaching back to grip Lorgar's arm hard. No words were needed.

Meanwhile, after eliminating resistance in the surrounding areas, more and more warriors of the Word Bearers began converging on their Primarch's position in an orderly fashion.

They advanced in silence, their Power Armour marked by battle, and formed neat ranks behind Lorgar without prompting. The Legion's order and discipline were on full display.

Just then, footsteps rang out, sharper and distinct from the sound of the Word Bearers' Power Armour.

A warrior clad in blue Power Armour, with a distinctive insignia on his pauldron, came through the passage behind them and walked straight toward Lorgar.

He stopped a few paces from Lorgar, stood at military attention, and raised his hand in salute, his voice loud and clear:

"Lord Primarch, I am Cassius Vinus, Company Captain of the Seventh Company of the Ultramarines Legion, from the