"Do you know... what fear is?"
The Ringwraith looked at Henry, who had willingly stepped in front of it, and finally spoke.
Its voice sounded like every grating noise in the world mixed together: the screech of scraping metal, the sharp crack of shattering glass, the dying wail of a beast, the shrill scream of a woman.
Some twisted power blended all those sounds into a noise that made even the soul tremble.
The sound pierced straight through eardrums and skulls, echoing inside their minds. Even the enhanced, superhuman senses of the Interstellar Space Space Marines offered no immunity.
The instant several warriors standing farther away heard it, they involuntarily covered their ears, pain spreading across their faces.
Henry stood before the Ringwraith with a Chainsword in each hand.
He stood straight and steady, without the slightest tremor or retreat.
His expression as he looked at the Ringwraith was as calm as still water, betraying neither fear nor anger.
He simply stood there in silence, like a reef that weathered every storm, facing down the monster formed from darkness and flame.
"Plenty... of time... let's... have some fun..."
The Ringwraith spoke mockingly, its voice filled with the amusement and delight of a cat playing with a mouse.
It had been created in the Warp tens of millions of years ago. In that dimension of Chaos, where neither time nor space existed, it had endured ages beyond Mortals' imagination, fought countless battles, and devoured countless souls.
Yet no creature had ever dared to step into its path of its own accord.
The moment those mortal creatures saw it, they either fled in terror, collapsed in despair, or attacked in a frenzy.
But none had ever dared to stand calmly before it like this young Interstellar Space Space Marine, as though waiting