Dorn and Perturabo

Adam's plan had succeeded halfway. Faced with Dorn's and the Iron Men's close-range taunts, even the rational Perturabo abandoned the safer strategy.

If Perturabo had followed the original plan step by step, the Lion's Gate being breached by Chaos daemons would have been an almost inevitable outcome, and humanity could only have withdrawn its defensive line to the Eternity Gate.

Beyond the Eternity Gate lay the true core of the Imperial Palace: the Throne Room, where the Emperor and the Golden Throne stood.

Every human fought desperately, wielding the weapons in their hands and their fearless courage to add even the slightest possibility to humanity's continued existence.

The Custodes, Sisters of Silence, Astartes, mortal auxilia, Mechanicus Knight Houses, Skitarii, and Titan Legions all spared no expense of life.

Humanity's anthem was an anthem of courage. At such an apocalyptic hour, countless people used their lives to prove the worth of those words.

"So, you were luring my juicy, delectable brother here?" Fulgrim was still locked in battle with Dorn. Even in such an intense fight, his condition showed no decline whatsoever. The Prince of Pleasure's power kept him at his peak.

"Let me think. On the Crone World of Lydris, in the ancient Aeldari fortress of Amon Nisshak Kelys, I tasted Perturabo. He was truly succulent."

"It was by drawing upon his life essence that I became what I am today. I have long since changed from what I once was. Now, I am more perfect in every respect."

Even Dorn felt his stamina declining amid his constant shifts, evasions, shield bashes, and defenses. Yet this Primarch, as solid and weighty as a mountain, would never reveal the slightest weakness.

"Are you really not going to try persuading me to return to the right path? My brother, your mouth is