The Obsidian Tower groaned.
Its aperture widened and from its gaping maw, something immense stepped into the void-lit sky.
The Primarch of Stone.
Its wings were folded like cliffs. Its shoulders were ridged like mountain spines. Its body carried the gravity of an era.
Yet its aura did not spill. Not even a thin wisp of energy escaped.
Across its basalt hide, pale seals were etched.
Vaelcar, the Oath-Buried, walked inside that borrowed body as if he had worn it once in a different age.
In his talons, he carried the Covenant-Breaker's corpse.
The goblin Emperor's remains dangled like a butchered idol. Its miasma trailed... only to be swallowed by the seals carved along Vaelcar's arms.
•••
Earlier, at the summit within the Obsidian Tower…
Lucien's eyes narrowed to slits.
His hand rose.
Origin Rewrite.
Reality wavered around Vaelcar's silhouette. The Primarch of Stone's outline sharpened.
Basalt folded into basalt. Authority slid into place.
And then... Lucien felt it.
