Among the distant Mountains beyond the grasslands, a figure quietly watched the battle.
He wore a suit of Chaos armor in black and polished brass, covered in skulls. Every plate was studded with gleaming, polished skulls—some human, some Xenos, and others belonging to larger, unidentifiable creatures.
The skulls shone a ghastly white in the dim yellow light, their hollow sockets seeming to watch silently ahead.
Several curved brass spikes rose from his pauldrons, glinting with a cold metallic sheen.
His Helmet was hideous, its face covered by a twisted daemonic visage forged from brass. Only two narrow slits remained at the eyes, glowing dark red.
He rode on the back of an enormous daemonic mount.
The mount resembled a hound enlarged several times over, but it had no fur, only reptilian skin covered in dark red scales.
A row of sharp bone spines rose along its back, stretching from its neck to its tail.
Dark red saliva dribbled from its mouth, hissing as it struck the ground and ate small, smoking holes into the grass.
Its eyes burned with an orange-red glow like lava.
The figure towered above the ranks of lesser warriors like a giant standing atop a mountain, looking down on ants.
His gaze pierced the Smoke and flying gore of the battlefield, settling on the white figure rampaging through the enemy ranks.
A cruel, expectant smile slowly spread across his lips.
He was Abial the Undefeated—the most favored warlord among the Chaos God Khorne's countless followers, his most ancient warrior, and the only Champion capable of riding a Flesh Hound.
"So that is the opponent the Everchosen has chosen for me this time?" Abial's voice emerged from behind his Helmet.
His gaze followed the Khan as he wove through the enemy ranks. He watched him cut down