"Brutus! Torgaddon! Aximand! Loken!"
Horus's voice boomed across the majestic upper deck of the Vengeful Spirit's bridge like thunder unleashed, carrying an irrepressible surge of exhilaration and glory that threatened to overflow from his chest.
He strode out of the connecting passage from the shuttle that had only just come to a halt. His new pearl-white ceremonial armour gleamed like moonlight beneath the bridge's constant artificial daylight, and every step rang out as though he walked not upon a metal deck, but upon the stairs to supreme authority.
Four figures who had long been waiting there immediately advanced to greet him, like four great pillars supporting the backbone of the Luna Wolves Legion.
They were the Legion's core decision-makers, the members respectfully known as the Four Kings Council: Brutus, Torgaddon, Aximand, and Garviel Loken.
They wore Terminator Armour or Artificer Armour befitting their respective companies and ranks, each still bearing some traces of the fighting on Ullanor. Now, however, they stood straight-backed, their eyes blazing as they looked upon their Gene-Father, their Primarch, the leader whose fate was about to take a momentous turn.
Horus stopped before them, his towering body leaning slightly forward with excitement. His handsome face, combining majesty with a warrior's boldness, shone with undisguised excitement and pride as fierce as a newborn star.
He spread his arms as though to embrace the entire bridge, the sons before him, and the whole galaxy that would soon be his!
"I have become Warmaster!"
This was no longer a calm statement, but a trumpet blast of victory, a proclamation of coronation. It echoed throughout the bridge with the power to sever every doubt and establish supreme authority, cutting through the background rumble of engines and the hum of the Cogitator arrays to strike clearly against the ears and hearts