Chapter 2: Chapter 2
It was a place where nightmares grew and fester. He was far from home and yet he longed for it. His leg throbbed and his stomach churned. The world was spinning and he was losing control.
"I need not remind you of your oath, my lord," the man said, stroking his beard. "You must take care of yourself.You are our last hope."
Fulgrim blinked, trying to clear his head. The world was spinning and he was losing control.
This is my last hope? What do you mean?" he snapped, sitting up in bed. "There are others. They are waiting for me in the West."
"No, my lord.There is no one else who can lead the charge against the heretics. You are the only one who can command the legions. You are the only one who can bring order out of this chaos that is the Warp."
"Chaos? You talk like the Emperor doesn't exist. He is the one who created this war, not me.