Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

strength.

Endless power, like the power of a god, is enough for her to accomplish any great deed, kill any opponent, and even easily turn the world into her own hands.

It was not false, Morgan could feel its presence, its breath, even its pulse: it was entwining the body and soul of the Primarch, and was ecstatic as her wariness receded like a tide. , setting off huge waves in the supreme sky.

In the blink of an eye, her gaze is enough to overwhelm everything in front of her, merging her body with the stars, as if she is randomly spreading pen and ink on the snow-white palette, mixing soft and gorgeous colors with each other. Thicken the soup and mix it into a style that satisfies you: for Morgan at this time, everything in the world was nothing more than this.

Morgan could feel that her body was breaking away from the constraints of gravity, and her vision was transcending the constraints of the world. Even the entire Dead Star and even the galaxy where it was located were becoming smaller and smaller in her pupils. Fragile……

It has been a long time since the Lord of Avalon released her energy so freely. Ever since she realized the possible results of her continuous climbing on the cliff of power, she has become a cautious miser, fearing the person who will be swallowed by the authority of the gods. The saddest future is to lose one's own existence.

But this does not mean that Morgan's power will diminish: when the Primarch releases his shackles and reveals his true face, only the strongest, luckiest and most determined psykers can survive. The tip of her iceberg was glimpsed in the extreme panic, and it left a lifelong tremor.

In the whirlpool of the Dead Star, two shadows larger than the world itself are confronting each other in the air: one black and one white, one sharp and one soft, but equally cold, ruthless and unpredictable.

On the outside, the silver-white Eternal Queen covers her face with a hood that symbolizes forgetfulness and a fog that tells the story of the unknown. Her eyes are covered by a silver-black mask, and her body and legs are covered by a Covered by a long skirt woven from scrolls: there are all kinds of words changing all the time on those scrolls, including Gothic and alien speech, but no one can tell what they mean.

Surrounding this lady of Forgotten is a coldness more terrifying than death, which is the wail of the soul when it is completely annihilated. However, in such a desperate situation, the body and head of this queen are nothing but nothing. There is a real-world projection of "beauty" in culture, and her silver hair, which exudes a faint golden light, in a short breath, covers every imperial battleship and every human being. Soul: Not even the will of the gods can tear apart this fragile layer of mercy immediately.

On the other side, in the position where the Queen of the Unknown felt like she was facing a formidable enemy, there was also a suffocating shadow: it was not a creature, nor a pure natural product, darkness, steel and flesh and blood. That's all it is, it keeps curling up and spinning on itself, like Jormungandr biting its own tail, forming an eternal cycle around the huge soul contained in the Dead Star.

There is no sound, no passion, and no appearance of any intelligent creature. There are only huge bodies covered with scales, constantly entangled and bound by themselves. Those bodies that cannot avoid each other are even biting and colliding with each other. Only broken scales and dripping blood are left: and under these collisions, even under each scale, you can see the flesh and blood biting each other, the crazy attitude is like this giant snake in the atrium The biggest enemy is himself.

This kind of unbelievable self-hatred and cannibalism is like countless well-armed legions falling into a cycle of constant annihilation, reorganization, fighting and annihilation again in the blink of an eye: But this kind of Reincarnation is different from that of the kind God. This kind of reincarnation is meaningless. There is no passing away of old things and the birth of new things. There are just creations without thoughts, carrying out cold processes under an established procedure. calculation.

For any being and god who loves life, this may be the most terrifying blasphemy.

In that corner of the subspace that exuded the aura of corruption, Morgan could even hear a long-lost, real roar: there were countless demons cowering in their flowers, avoiding the raging anger in the dark hut.

The Lord of Avalon had no intention to pay attention to all this. When Morgan slowly approached the subspace existence of the same size as her, it was as if he was aware of the pressure from the Spider Queen. The group was immersed in self-fighting and The wave of self-devouring black scales suddenly set off an extremely tragic internal conflict: along with countless bloody skeletons appearing on their backs, three huge snake heads also slowly appeared.

The two on the left and the right started fighting each other almost as soon as they appeared. Only the one in the middle was still looking at Morgan with his golden cold pupils.

Morgan also stared at Him. In this moment, the two of them were so quiet, letting each other's shadows cover those unfortunate beings around them: whether it was the ship and the world, the sky and the earth, steel and stone. , everything becomes one in their rising waves of warp, entangled and intertwined until it is no longer possible to distinguish: just like chaos itself.

[I heard that you once rejected the crown that this power held up for you, my poor brother, but it is obvious that you have not completely gotten rid of its influence: as long as you are still releasing what it needs Destruction, then it is impossible to part ways with this power. 】

[The gods are a plague, and you and I are both sick in the eyes of ordinary people. The only difference is that I am still a mild case, and you are already a poor man who, like our father, has to prepare a grave for himself. . 】

The Lord of Avalon looked at her brother who was deeply surrounded, and gave a mocking smile without mercy, even though her lips were hidden under the heavy fog, long hair and mask, and could not be seen. The slightest movement, but with her blinking, two thousand two hundred snowy owls appeared from her long hair, telling Morgan's words with neat chirps.

"..."

Only the middle head was staring at Morgan, completely ignoring his two companions who were fighting each other next to him, as if he couldn't feel the severe pain in the same body.

He spoke.

"I never thought that my plan would go smoothly, blood relative: I am not our great creator, I do not have his power, so failure is an inevitable possibility."

[This is obvious: So what are you going to do? 】

Morgan let out an extremely sharp laugh, which was definitely not the laughter she could usually make. Along with this torture, thunderous lines flashed on her fingertips. With just a slight wave, It was the boundless laughter that resounded through the night, it was the thousands of pairs of wings that tore the sky apart, it was the flames that suddenly burst out in the dying prayers, the rising burning dragon, sweeping across the starry sky with its claws, burning the world and the world. enemy.

Heydrich, or rather the giant snake, just watched the thunderous blow with cold eyes. He opened his huge mouth that was even bigger than the continental shelf, and easily swallowed the violent energy into his belly, as if It was like a delicious snack. Then, as if he was not satisfied, he twisted his neck and took a big bite of the subspace storm next to him, and swallowed them into his belly in one bite: accompanied by his big After chewing continuously with his mouth, Morgan could even feel that the subspace energy in this galaxy had dropped visible to the naked eye.

There is no doubt that Heydrich is devouring the energy of these subspaces and even feeding on them: this eating process cannot be known by others, and the so-called hunting and swallowing are just superficial results.

But Morgan was sure that she would never do this, because she knew the consequences of doing so, because she had been tempted to do so countless times: Although Morgan was sure that Heydrich would not be tempted, obviously, His actions are just different paths leading to the same goal. .

Therefore, there was even a hint of sadness in the eyes of the Lord of Avalon when he looked at his brother.

【What makes you stubborn? 】

"..."

The giant snake did not answer Morgan. He just chewed the large ball of energy expressionlessly, as if it was just a machine, obeying the basic operating rules that had been set in his mind until it was completely swallowed. : This made this huge body more animalistic and less humane, making Heydrich's pupils look at Morgan with some covetousness, and at the golden light that filled her hair.

"It's useless to talk more."

This was his only answer.

【……】

Morgan nodded, and then, flames and ice, storms and thunder, along with the crunching of the Forgotten Queen's finger bones, turned into a white wave of frost that could swallow the world.

[You are right, talking more is useless. 】

【Then, please...】

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"go to hell!"

Leman Russ roared.

He accurately delivered this blow, and under the Fenrisian's full swing, the Dionysus Spear was like a rampaging bull, knocking over the storm blocking the way and rushing towards his enemy.

Faced with this perfect blow, the Wolf King's opponent naturally did not rely too much on it: Heydrich's body made of unknown metal first took a few steps back, and then waved the sword with a flawless move, avoiding it in one fell swoop. The spear of Dionysus only caused a clearly visible wound on his shoulder.

This wound tore the entire left arm, enough to cause anyone pain, but Heydrich did not. He was just observing the wound that was healing at an extremely slow speed like an ant, and his pupils were It was as if he had fallen into the abyss of night, empty, without pity, without hope, and without a trace of worry about himself: just like the four walls of this final palace, there were only walls made of metal, and the words on the walls. A twisted and hideous face.

There was nothing else: no light, no warmth, no decoration, no tenderness.

It's just hell, it's just a prison.

And Heydrich is the most ominous shadow in the cage.

Almost the moment the Spear of Dionysus passed by, Heydrich responded: His sudden advance was so decisive and rapid that it even made Leman Russ look a little clumsy and heavy: Not yet. By the time the Wolf King recovered from the imbalance of swinging the Spear of Dionysus with all his strength, the betrayer's blade had already aimed at his neck and slashed hard.

The attacker didn't even care that his chest was exposed, and Leman Russ also held a sharp blade in his other hand: but even if the Wolf King counterattacked in time, this ordinary magic weapon could not deal with it. The body forged from the fragments of the C'tan inflicted fatal damage, just as it had done in every duel before.

Heydrich is like an extremely precise machine. He calculates what he and the enemy will lose, and ruthlessly adheres to the calculated results: but even so, he still has a weakness.

"Jonson!"

Fenris Wolf King looked at the sharp blade that was about to kiss his neck with the greatest courage. He stepped back, delaying as much time as possible, and yelled, calling for his brother, and his brother did not let him down at all. .

Accompanied by a war cry from Caliban, the Lion King's blade arrived almost at the same time as Heydrich's blade: two equally deadly metal weapons collided in front of the Fenrisian's neck. Leman Russ could The pain of feeling the sparks flying against his beard.

Speed, agility, unparalleled blades and immeasurable courage: none of these elements could create this classic collision. The struggle lasted only a second, Jonson still guarding his brother, and Heydrich Taking a step back, his calculations prevented him from continuing this useless effort.

They had expected all this, and Jonson and Leman Russ did not stop at all. The Lord of Caliban's pace was even faster than Jaghatai's blade, and more accurate than Guilliman's shooting. He was almost He bit Heydrich's retreating steps firmly, and with a twist of his wrist, the blade emitted a fierce light, making it impossible for the betrayer to exert more energy.

At the same time, Leman Russ rolled to the side without caring about the image, and came to the edge of the shadow. He stretched out his hand and waited for a moment: the next moment, the Spear of Dionysus emerged from It flew out of the shadows and landed in the hands of Leman Russ with incomparable precision.

"pretty."

The Wolf King praised in a low voice, and Conrad's figure flashed across the darkness just now.

Then, the Midnight Haunter climbed all the way to the wall. He ignored the distorted faces whining in his ears, just like an eagle patrolling the sky, repeatedly circling, swooping, turning over, roaring, Then he showed off the snow-white sharp blades on his hands, as well as a mouthful of fangs that were no less impressive.

Conrad's timing to attack was just right. The moment Jonson entangled Heydrich from the front, the Midnight Ghost's sword had already cut through the betrayer's neck, although it failed to cause any fatal damage. , but it was enough to make it freeze for a moment under the double siege.

At this moment, Leman Russ had already stood up. He roared, pointed at his brother, and waved the Dionysian Spear again: Jonson and Conrad had already retreated to themselves. At their posts, they were breathing deeply, waiting for the next round of combat, waiting for the giant beast Heydrich to be slowly hunted by them, just like primitive people used bloodletting tactics to kill those mammoths with thick fur.

The combat of the three Primarchs can be said to be a natural one. This is due to their close connection as blood brothers, and also to the fact that they have been honing, cooperating, and practicing in various simulations since the beginning of the war: in After experiencing tragic failures due to various conflicts, the three Primarchs finally reached such a tacit understanding.

But even with such a tacit understanding, the battle is still extremely difficult: not to mention that as Heydrich's home court, the hall itself is not very friendly to them. Although the body is pieced together from the fragments of the Star God, It has not yet reached the perfect state, but it is enough to withstand the damage of most weapons. Only the Spear of Dionysus can cause considerable wounds that cannot be healed in a short time.

As for the weapon of unknown origin, it is said that it can have miraculous effects. The Primarchs do not intend to use it rashly when the battle situation is going smoothly: it should be a horn of victory, or a choice in desperate situations.

"How do you think he compares to Ran Dan's emperor?"

After another round of fighting, when the Fenrisians and Calibans stood side by side, panting, the Wolf King grinned and asked Jonson a strange question.

The lion didn't even bother to give his brother a look of disdain: he really couldn't understand why Leman Russ still had the heart to carry out such a meaningless act in such a critical situation.

You see Conrad is more serious than you.

Even Conrad!

The Lion King gritted his teeth, but still spit out the answer in his heart.

"Heydrich? He is not as good as Ran Dan's emperor. There is still a relatively obvious gap between them: I feel that he has not fully mastered his own power, or is still resisting. Presumably this That’s the main reason.”

"I think so."

Leman Russ nodded. He didn't say anything more. Instead, after Conrad covered his arm and flinched, he let out a Fenrisian wolf howl again and waved his Dionysian Spear: This The divine weapon gifted by the emperor has been filled with a hot feeling as it battles and collides again and again.

"I've never used it so many times."

On the way to the charge, the corners of the Fenrisian's mouth curled up, and he muttered to himself in a bitter voice that was so low that only he could hear it, and this whisper quickly disappeared. Spear of Dionysus and Star God The body collided with a loud noise.

The Wolf King's eyes flickered.

"I hope this shot works."

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[Even though I know, it's useless. 】

Morgan muttered.

She raised one of her arms casually, pinched a period of time that had not yet been noticed, and turned it into powder in an instant: that period of time contained some kind of instinctive exploration of her failure. .

With this destruction, the Spider Queen felt that among the countless battle plans in her mind, another one slowly disappeared: another failure hidden in the unknown, erased by Morgan himself.

Ever since the Lord of Avalon began to think about his own power and abilities, Morgan has become more and more comfortable in using these [subspace matters].

The collision between Morgan and Heydrich is unimaginable in the real universe: time, space, emotions, concepts, history, physics, and even the existence of battle itself have all become fragile in their countless tragic fights. got up.

The two Primarchs transformed the sharp edges on their blades and scales layer by layer, hurting each other, and each weapon could not live to witness the next collision. Each collision would destroy a random person in the galaxy. In the unfortunate world, a devastating meteor shower sets off.

At the very edge of the influence of their power, countless unborn people were born, and then fled into the depths of the subspace crying and howling: because even the most reckless demons did not dare to watch this event in the highest heaven at this time. , second only to the contest between the Chaos Gods.

Only the most powerful beings, only those gold and silver medal players who sit high on the throne of chaos, stand in the soul furnace, or hide behind the thick fog of history, dare to call them greedy or inquiring eyes. , watching this duel.

As for the brief and extremely brief silence in the Chaos Temple, it was also accompanied by the collision of the original body, which was quickly broken like dead leaves in the strong wind. Wild roars and twisted screams once again came from the Chaos Temple, resounding throughout the whole world. Universe.

From the throne of blood and skulls comes only the purest roar and fury: The Great Hound does not cheer for either side in the war, because he does not appreciate the will and authority represented by either side. He is just the simplest It is praising the bloody battle itself and releasing grace for both sides at the same time.

And in the garden of decay and rebirth, that daily friendly voice is now wrapped up in a crazy thunderstorm: No one knows why the owner of the flower group fell into such a ridiculous rage, because those who usually The most favored demons did not dare to speak freely at this moment. They could only let their loving father's will break through the obstacles of the flowers and curse the big snakes that entangled the world in the shadows.

In the other corner of the subspace, favoritism and assistance were so obvious: the charming smile of the Lord of Bliss came to Morgan like a maggot tarsus almost the moment he exerted his power, making the Lord of Avalon feel like a man with every move. A faint purple shadow is left behind, and every word Morgan utters and every curse whispered will be transmitted to the silver tower, and will be explained again by the Prince of Darkness himself. This kind of divine explanation In itself, it is a great force and a huge help.

As for the last god, the Lord of Change, it seems that he has no interest in intervening in the battle: the Feather King just hovers quietly in his position as a changer, watching the battle with ease: Maybe, this This unusual silence itself is also part of the change, maybe?

But the gambling and attitudes of the Chaos Powers could not really affect the life-and-death fight between the two primarchs: Heydrich and Morgan maintained a barely even match under an extremely strange situation. After all, the former had already refused His own power was just wielding the sword of Damocles which strengthened him very unskillfully, but was also devouring him all the time.

Although Morgan's power was barely better than that of her brother, she hesitated because she did not dare to use more power. This left the Lord of Avalon without a fatal blow: so they could only fight, like in the classic The knights of the era charged each other and destroyed each other round after round.

The battle between the Saint and the giant snake has been wandering in the subspace for a long time: this fight is undoubtedly long, the two Primarchs have gone through thousands of rounds of confrontation with scars, but this fight is also short-lived, Because there is no concept of time in subspace.

When Morgan and Heydrich's souls fought to exhaustion, the retreat on the ground was only generally completed, but both primarchs seemed to be unable to fight anymore.

The condition of the snake in the atrium that coils around the world looks extremely miserable. The remaining two heads have been completely shattered, and the largest one has also lost one eye. That came from Morgan's unreasonable attack. With his psychic swipe, the large and small flesh and blood marks on his body were everywhere like raindrops in early spring on a dry wall. It looked like a random fusion of blood mud and scales: and even if at this time. The giant snake itself has not stopped devouring itself and killing each other, as if this has become an important meaning of its existence, so important that it is even more important than the overwhelmed Heydrich himself.

On the other side, the Lord of Avalon's condition is not much better than that of the giant snake: the arm that has not yet grasped the weapon seems to have lost consciousness at this moment, lifeless, and many hairs have also lost their golden color. The protection of the light revealed the original pale color, and the snow owls surrounding him had already died in the sharp screams, and most of the veil was torn off, revealing the almost broken mask.

"We can't help each other."

After a long period of silence and breathing, it was Heydrich who spoke first.

"You should have noticed this, you have noticed this a long time ago: Our Creator has used the same way to separate you and me from our brothers. We are His two special expectations for the future. Don't You’ve covered it up, it’s time for you to face up to your own responsibilities.”

[I have never felt that I have any responsibility, or in other words, the so-called responsibility is just a noble reason we come up with to satisfy our own selfish desires: Isn't that the case with you, Heydrich. 】

[When has the loyalty you keep saying ever been recognized by the emperor? 】

"That's because... you don't understand the Emperor at all."

【Do you know it very well? 】

Morgan grinned, and the fatigue on her face couldn't hide her contemptuous laughter.

[Have you ever thought that your path must be the right one? If your path is wrong, if your path will have a fatal impact on the Emperor's plans, how can you explain your so-called loyalty? 】

"Of course I thought about it."

Unexpectedly, the giant snake, or Heydrich, did not show any anger at this inquiry. He just stared at Morgan coldly, and his golden pupils reflected something that made the Spider Queen shudder.

"I have often reasoned about this possibility. After all, I am not the emperor. I am very likely to make mistakes. I am very likely to embark on the wrong path. But because of this, I must be more determined. Go on."

【……】

"After all, if the path I am taking is wrong, then this universe is destined to not give me a chance to change my ways. The only thing I can do is to continue to move forward, explore those unknown areas, and try my best to Through all the minefields, I will keep moving forward until the moment I die."

"I know very well that I will go crazy, I will commit the atrocities you call me, and I will trample on the bottom line you enshrine: but at least this way, my mistakes will become the future of failure that is already clear in the eyes of the Emperor, and my All actions will have meaning because of this!”

"If I can't tell the emperor what success is, then the least I can do is let him know which path is doomed to failure: We are his tools, and tools must have some meaning, right?"

【……】

Morgan had nothing to say.

She couldn't even tell whether the burning fire in her heart was disgust, ridicule, or a simple sigh. And she no longer cares about such trivial matters: this war has dragged on long enough, and she must have enough energy to carry out the final blow.

Plenty of energy…

【……】

The Spider Queen blinked, and an idea that had been swirling in her mind for a long time, an idea that had been included in her memo before the war started, once again burst out from the depths of her pupils.

Almost at the same time, a dangerous crack finally appeared in the mask that had been covering the eyes of Morgan's soul, and through this crack, outsiders could see Morgan's pupils, and they could see that there was already a hint of something in the pupils. There is a hint of nothingness, but an extremely firm golden color.

When Morgan blinks, the golden color moves with it, like a bright star.

Under the shining of the stars, Morgan's remaining arm took out the blazing torch, took out the gift from the Emperor, and took out the golden apple: the flame on it was still there, but this time it was no longer so Disgusting.

【……】

The Lord of Avalon could feel his throat swallowing, and the endless energy on the golden apple was calling to the exhausted Primarch.

【……】

Just a small piece.

It shouldn't be a big problem, right?

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"No, it's a big problem!"

The palm-printer stretched out his hand and pressed down on the floating chessboard in front of him: and in his other hand, he was holding the chess piece [No. 11] that had been damaged long ago: although there was not much repair left. It had lost its value, but the Lord of Mankind still decided to keep it.

+Calm down, my friend, you look like one of my sons now, and have to keep a fuss over anything the smallest of things. +

"?"

Malcador's brows were furrowed enough to create a drama.

"In a place where subspace energy is so active, your most unstable daughter is undergoing erosion and pollution from those chaotic powers: do you care about these things, calling them trivial matters?"

+To some extent, yes. +

The emperor blinked, and there was a disgusting mischievousness on his face.

"You just... aren't worried about her?"

+ She was better than I thought, and better than I thought: in fact, of the five Primarchs I sent there, only three were of any comfort to me: Morgan among them one. +

"A few months ago, you weren't so confident in your evaluation of her?"

+ Everything will change, Macado, and you'd better adapt to this change, just like I have accepted the removal of Number 11 from my original plan and the seamless integration of Number 2. Their positions are actually not conflicting, and if all goes well, No. 2 will no longer worry me after this war. +

"Why?"

"Only for the golden apple you gave me?"

"Didn't you say it yourself? She can only take one bite at most."

+The first time is always the hardest. Once you take the first step, everything will fall into place. +

"..."

Malcador's eyes broke away from the chessboard. He hadn't looked at the emperor so seriously for a long time, and he was eager for an answer.

"Then you must tell me, what is that golden apple of yours?"

+It is a seed. +

"seed?"

+Yes, seeds, seeds I prepared just for Morgan. +

+You don’t need to know more, my friend, this seed involves a top-secret plan of mine. The fewer people who know about it, the better: in fact, only I know it now. +

"...Does Morgan know?"

+……+

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【It does not matter. 】

When the golden flames began to overflow with her breathing, constantly burning her skin, her hair, her pupils and even her soul, Morgan was feeling such a whisper from the bottom of her heart. : Even she herself was shocked by this whisper.

But she could no longer think about it: she fell into a mysterious and mysterious state. When the small piece of golden apple melted in her mouth, whether it was Heydrich who was obviously uneasy in front of Morgan or the war. Everything in it seemed to have become irrelevant in an instant.

The perspective of the Emperor's heir seemed to have ascended once again, and her soul seemed to have moved further. Her eyes were no longer focused on this world or this galaxy, but on a more distant concept: In humanity, in the Empire, in the galaxy.

Morgan was like a confused child. Looking at these concepts that she was extremely familiar with, she was not sure what she had encountered, but some kind of instinctive call hissed in her throat: That The sound also smelled of burning fire.

In the flames, the Emperor's scion followed her instincts and moved forward.

There is no generous awareness, no more words, and no complicated self-doubt and mental journey. It is the simplest and purest instinct, like breathing, that guides Morgan to make her next move.

Wave.

Whisper.

Pupils are burning.

Why enlightenment, only ashes remain.

In an instant, countless figures rushed out from the sky fire. Their virtual images wrapped in flames were ever-changing, but they never broke away from the appearance of humans and warriors. The embers of massacre dyed the armor black, but the symbol of the Imperial Sky Eagle remained. Still hanging high in the air.

Heydrich, who had transformed into a giant snake, just watched all this quietly. His brain, which had fallen into nothingness, seemed to feel some kind of instinctive sting: this sting came from the remaining memories and past events. Looking back, this Primarch, who has always been famous for his calculation power and excellent logic, actually discovered why he was confused after being silent for a long time.

He recognizes this legion, he recognizes this legion slowly walking out of the flames, he recognizes this army that has turned into skeletons but still has not fallen.

…

That's his legion.

That was the Eleventh Legion.

+ Heydrich. +

Someone was calling him: the sound made his whole body tremble.

The betrayer slowly raised his head and looked at the opponent who had been fighting with him for a long time: Morgan stood there, her appearance had not changed at all, but it had become sacred and inviolable, because when Ava When Lord Long opened her eyes, the golden flames in her pupils were already more brilliant than the most dazzling stars.

+ Heydrich. +

Morgan spoke.

…

That was the Emperor's voice.

The power contained in this voice made Heydrich tremble involuntarily. His brain, which had long been familiar with pain, actually felt a trace of real pain, as if countless storms were tearing apart the remaining stars and destroying them. The angry gods were kept at bay.

…

Heydrich took a deep breath.

He knows: Judgment has come.