Upon hearing the prophecy from Kairos's second head, Lorgar frowned at once. The scales and keratin on his face pressed together, carving mountain-like furrows across his features.
Of Kairos's two heads, one spoke the truth while the other always lied. However, neither head was fixed in its role; no one knew which one was telling the truth and which was lying at any given moment.
When Lorgar heard Kairos's "curse," he was inexplicably startled, and a vague sense of foreboding surfaced within him.
No. The four Chaos Gods have gathered their strength and even made a pact. The Imperium has no chance of winning.
Lorgar murmured inwardly, forcibly suppressing that sense of panic.
"You are afraid, Great Word Bearer."
Shalaxi Helbane, Slaanesh's foremost Greater Daemon, extended a long tongue like a serpent's and swept it past Lorgar.
Its voice blended male and female tones, carrying an irresistible seductiveness that corroded the human mind like venom.
Lorgar did not answer. In his view, these Greater Daemons of Chaos were beneath him in both power and status. He had no need to answer their questions.
Typhus, standing beside Lorgar, watched Rotigus the Rainfather with a complicated expression.
Because of the battle for the Heart of Pestilence and the burning of the Plague Garden, Ku'gath, Nurgle's most beloved servant, had also fallen into a weakened state.
Grandfather had chosen to assign this mission to the Rainfather rather than Ku'gath. The implications of that decision deeply unsettled Typhus.
Ku'gath was the youngest and most beloved Great Unclean One of Grandfather. In the Plague Garden, Ku'gath was the only one Typhus could truly call a friend. The fact that Rotigus had appeared instead was undoubtedly bad news.
"Typhus."
Rotigus spoke, his voice like spring rain soaking the earth, yet also like the despairing cries of