"What a pity, what a pity."
"The souls of those Dark Angels were taken by the God-Emperor at the moment of death. All we could obtain was their flesh, along with the gene-seed contained within."
"Otherwise, my sacrificial ritual would have been even more perfect, capable of prying greater power from the Warp. Now, with only gene-seed... it could barely work."
"By then, neither the three Astartes Legions blocking our path nor the void fortresses known as battle planets holding the rear would be able to stop our advance."
Deep within the Eye of Terror lay a corrupted, fallen daemon world.
This planet, dragged into the Eye of Terror long ago, had already lost its original form and physical laws.
Across the dark-red and filthy-purple earth stretched fleshy plains that writhed like internal organs, while an eternal vortex of energy composed of pure malice and maddened colors spun in the sky.
Shrieking, twisted vegetation extended from the ground like tentacles, and the air was thick with the blasphemous stench of sulfur, rotten flesh, and incense.
Here, the structure of reality was as thin as a cicada's wing, while the power of the Warp raged endlessly like a tangible storm.
At the center of this nightmare realm stood Lorgar Aurelian's dark temple, both the core of his power and his blasphemous sanctuary.
The temple itself had been forcibly fused from countless corrupted boulders, warped metal, and the remains of sacrificial victims.
Its spires pierced the filthy heavens, while its outline shifted subtly and constantly, as though it endlessly flickered between existence and illusion.
The sight within the temple was enough to drive any sane being completely mad.
The floor was paved with tightly fitted skulls still dripping viscous blood. Faint embers of souls flickered in their hollow eye sockets, and their