Horus's End (Three-in-One)

Worldbreaker was a weapon personally forged by the Emperor to reward and honor his eldest son's bravery in battle and outstanding achievements.

Yet now, this weapon personally forged by the Emperor had smashed the Lord of Humanity's skull apart.

The Emperor's dazzling golden light slowly faded, while sacred blood continuously flowed from the severed neck, soaking every inch of the battlefield.

"I won?"

"I killed Father?"

Horus stared blankly at the warhammer in his hand, rubbing the fragments of flesh and blood stuck to it, still carrying the Emperor's lingering warmth.

He instinctively touched the thick blood on his hand to the tip of his tongue. In an instant, a powerful surge of consciousness erupted, leaving his mind utterly blank.

Yet he felt little joy or excitement. Instead, an endless emptiness was devouring his heart.

He felt as though he were dreaming, dazed and unable to distinguish reality from falsehood.

Horus turned around. Within that endless darkness, the four Chaos Gods seemed to have fallen silent. There were no irritating cheers, nor any disheartening boos.

The victor of the final battle returned to the ritual altar aboard the Vengeful Spirit. Crossing the boundary between the material universe and the Warp, he appeared once more amid an eerie crimson glow.

What Horus's return signified went without saying. Lox's clenched fingers had dug blood from his palm, while Valdor beside him was already prepared to charge forward and fight to the death.

Horus raised his warhammer high and announced his victory to all the spectators.

Yet vaguely, he sensed something strange in the reactions of those four dark gods. If the Emperor had truly died, they could not possibly be so calm.

Forget it. He was overthinking things.

Just as Horus grew suspicious and prepared to inspect matters again, a figure strode