House Kraz'gul - The Legion's Hammer
Patriarch Mordain Kraz'gul threw his goblet across the war hall, the impact against stone echoing like thunder.
"Mandatory assembly of all legion commanders." His voice was rage barely contained. "As if our legions are his to command. As if forty percent of the empire's military forces answer to anyone except House Kraz'gul blood."
His son, Valorix, stood at attention, fresh from his journey from Eldhar.
His armor still bore dust from travel, his expression carefully neutral as his father raged.
"The summons is clear, father. Non-attendance will be interpreted as refusal to comply with crown authority. Which effectively means—"
"Treason. I can read." Mordain's massive frame radiated violence held barely in check. "What I can't accept is that a summoned creature—powerful or not—thinks it can dismantle command structures that have existed for three centuries."
