Blue Gugu: Just Plan

Circumstances were stronger than people. This was an eternal truth.

Much of the time, arrogance and prejudice were not impossible to change; people simply had not encountered circumstances dire enough to force them to change.

Even the Lord of Death, the most hostile of all the primarchs toward xenos and Psykers, chose compromise when faced with the threat of total corruption and damnation by the Chaos Gods.

Compared to being saved by a xenos Psyker, the Lord of Plagues was clearly far more terrifying.

He sought aid from Isha, begging this Aeldari goddess of life to save him.

Other than her, Mortarion had no one else from whom he could seek help. He had no other choice.

Within the divine realm of Grandfather's Garden, even calling upon the Emperor's name was useless. The Lord of Humanity's power had not yet grown strong enough to interfere in the domain of this most ancient Chaos God.

Inside the Endurance's hold, vast numbers of Death Guard warriors were bloated all over. Their power armor had been forcibly split apart by their swollen, twisted flesh, while slick tentacles melted through the metal and transformed it into a substance closer to bone.

The sons of Mortarion possessed resilience akin to that of their gene-father. Dark green pustules surfaced across their skin, and when those sores burst, loathsome pus and unbearable stench flooded the air, turning proud warriors into walking pathogens.

Writhing green intestines spilled directly from their bodies, squirming and contracting as they left slick trails across the ground.

Their wills had long since sunk completely into oblivion, yet their souls still screamed and wailed in agony.

The Lord of Death could hear the suffering of his sons, but he could do nothing. That helplessness was even more heart-wrenching than his own pain.

Yet it