Jaghatai Khan cradled his brother in his arms as blood gushed out wildly, as though it cost nothing. He had never seen Russ so weak.
Horrific wounds ran through his body, each one enough to kill a primarch outright.
Although he had been dragged into the mental realm by the Warmaster and suffered a crushing defeat at his hands, Horus had still wanted to persuade Jaghatai to surrender then. He had not yet completely torn away all pretense and fought to the death.
"My brother, pull yourself together!"
"You can't die yet!"
The Khan pulled out the medical drugs stored within his power armor. The Wolf King's armor had been completely destroyed, and even its life-support system had ceased functioning.
But gripping the syringe, Jaghatai looked at Russ's devastated chest and abdomen. Broken bone spurs had pierced into flesh, one of his hearts had completely burst apart, and his complex internal organs were an even greater mess.
For a moment, he did not know where to inject it.
With great effort, he found a relatively intact patch of flesh, then injected an emergency needle filled with medical nanobots and healing drugs into his brother's body.
Yet the medicine, which should have worked on a primarch, showed no reaction whatsoever. Leman Russ's flesh seemed already dead, utterly incapable of recovering.
The Khan boarded a specially customized Stormbird and sent Leman Russ back to the Eagle of the Heavens.
The moment they landed, he ordered his Apothecaries and Techmarines to prepare a stasis field and placed the Wolf King, who had only one breath left, inside it.
"The Space Wolves will forever remember your kindness, my lord."
Bjorn, the Wolf Guard who had also suffered severe injuries, forced himself to his feet with the support of his armor. Several enormous boltgun craters