Pain.
That feeling, at once familiar and foreign.
Corax could no longer remember the last time he had felt pain.
But now, pain had truly returned.
The power of the Lectitio Divinitatus bound Corax's body. Its golden pages wound around his limbs, torso, and wings like chains, completely restricting his movements.
He no longer existed within the shadows, no longer occupied that hazy state between substance and illusion. Instead, he had been forcibly dragged back into reality, pinned within the laws of the Materium.
His body became heavy and clumsy, his strength suppressed, his speed diminished. For the first time, he felt the frailty of flesh.
Now, his body bore the full brunt of the Word Bearers' terrifying firepower.
Bolts struck his skin, leaving white marks.
Those Bolts, blessed with holy water and enchanted, burst against his skin in showers of golden sparks, leaving faint white marks.
Although the Bolts could not pierce his skin, the sensation of their impacts traveled through his nerves all the same, bringing a stinging pain he had not felt in a long time.
Plasma and melta scorched Corax's skin.
The blue balls of plasma burst against his body, unleashing heat fierce enough to melt steel and burning his skin red.
Beams of melta fire sliced across his body with the precision of scalpels, leaving blackened traces on his skin and the smell of scorched protein.
A Volcano Cannon struck Corax's body.
Mounted on a Baneblade Super-Heavy Tank, the enormous weapon fired an energy beam that drove viciously into Corax's chest like a red-hot iron spike, setting his black feathers alight.
Fire spread along his feathers with a crackling sound. The burning feathers turned to ash, falling from his body and scattering through the air.
The golden shackles formed by the Lectitio Divinitatus restrained Corax's