Standing in the camp, he couldn't help but picture the Inferior Horned Beast he had dueled—the one that had suddenly mutated on the battlefield.
Not only did its body swell, but it was also covered in purple markings. Henry still remembered its power and ferocity vividly.
Henry was one hundred percent certain that power came from Chaos.
He closed his eyes. 'The source of that power... it must be Khorne.'
A sense of unease washed over Henry. If Khorne's power had already permeated this place and could directly influence reality, then the scale and complexity of this war might be far greater than he had imagined.
'Besides, why doesn't a good thing like an army just appearing out of nowhere ever happen to me?'
'Screw Khorne. Useless piece of crap.'
Then, he recalled the battle flag—the one Glock had wanted to take.
He didn't know what was so special about it, but its existence clearly held some unusual significance for the Inferior Horned Beasts.
