As the words fell, Ka'Bandha viciously drove the black prism in his hand into the war-torn, burning ground beneath his feet.
Buzz—
The black prism erupted with blinding yet gloomy light. Like a miniature black hole, it frantically devoured the energy around it.
The light spun and expanded at high speed as it consumed everything, instantly transforming into a constantly twisting gate whose edges flowed with viscous dark energy.
At the center of the gate was no longer the battlefield where humans and Khorne's daemonic host slaughtered one another, but a deep passage that seemed to lead to some unknown place.
The next second, heavy footsteps shattered the passage's silence.
The first to emerge was a tall, composed figure.
He wore dark crimson and black power armor covered in intricate Chaos runes. Rather than feeling profane or foul, those runes gave off a peculiar sense of sanctity.
He held a Custodian Guardian Spear gleaming with golden light. Even after all these years, Angeltai still wielded the weapon left behind by the Custodian who had killed his closest friend.
Angeltai wore no helmet. His features were heroic, like one of those great ancient Greek statues passed down through the ages. His eyes were deep, carrying a unique temperament in which coldness and gentleness coexisted.
Close behind him came an even larger, more imposing figure.
The skull and beast-head emblems on the scarlet World Eaters power armor remained glaringly conspicuous, but they were entwined with deeper dark-red patterns, like dried bloodstains.
On Kharn's weathered, scar-covered, resolute face, those once-mad crimson eyes now burned with a deeper, more resolute flame of pain.
Kharn knew very well that when the teleportation beacon Angeltai had given Ka'Bandha was activated, they would have to face that moment of choice.
Ever since withdrawing from the battlefield of