Tzeentch, who had been keeping a close eye on Khorne's movements, felt a flicker of surprise for the first time in ages. The string of setbacks seemed to have made that brute grow a little brain. Tzeentch had originally thought Khorne would throw Khârn straight onto that enormous Men of Iron ship.
Tzeentch had even prepared to go watch Khorne resurrect Khârn and mock him in front of his favorite warrior.
But Khorne's actions had exceeded his expectations by rather more than a little.
Tzeentch stroked his chin in a decidedly bizarre manner and turned his attention to Abaddon, making incomprehensible, strange noises as he plotted something.
Abaddon stood on the bridge of his flagship, which had been warped by the powers of Chaos. His towering figure radiated authority and cold ruthlessness.
Runes of Chaos were inscribed on his black Terminator Armour, and the Talon of Horus gleamed with an eerie light. Behind him, his black cloak snapped in the energy currents whipped up by a suddenly appearing Warp vortex.
The moment Khârn appeared, he erupted into wild laughter. His laughter even stirred waves of blood-red power, and emotions of rage and slaughter instantly infected the entire bridge. Even the Black Legion warriors and Daemon crew could not escape their influence.
"Abaddon! The Blood God commands that you stand beside me today and take vengeance upon that rotten Imperium! Let them tremble in fear! Let their worlds become ruins beneath our wrath!"
Khârn's voice thundered through the bridge, making the surrounding metal structures hum.
Abaddon frowned slightly, a flicker of displeasure crossing his eyes. But faced with the intense aura of Khorne emanating from Khârn, he did not dare dismiss him lightly.
"Khârn, you lunatic. Why has the Blood God sent you here? My plans are already set. I don't