"...I REGISTER your DETERMINATION!"
At the instant of successful integration of his 'future' iteration's essential substrate —
The martial momentum emanating from Curze IMMEDIATELY ACCELERATED to unprecedented calibration!
The oppressive effluence he discharged at this chronological juncture was FIFTY TIMESmore formidable than its customaryoperational threshold.
At this instant — Curze consummated his Primarch ontogenetic trajectory.
His corporeal stature elevated itself to threemetres. The perfect martial puissance of a mature Primarch cascaded through his corporeal infrastructure.
A torrent of innumerable martial registrations— accumulated throughout his 'future'iteration's protracted existential trajectory — flooded his cognitive faculties.
This effluence conferred upon him the capacity — and the equanimity — to suppresshis fraternal associates who had not yet attained complete ontogenetic maturation.
"Father... FATHER?!"
Sevatar — who had hastened to this precinctwith considerable urgency — registered the catastrophic transfiguration of Curze's corporeal configuration. His corporealinfrastructure was instantaneouslyimmobilised.
Had it not been for his familiarity with his gene-father's characteristic effluence — he would have been incapable of associating this terrifying entity before him — whose configuration was indistinguishable from the Night Haunter — with his progenitor.
"I am undiminished... I have merely accededto a superior martial calibration."
Curze dispensed with elaborate expositorydiscourse.
He registered, with visceral clarity, the terrifying puissance that had perforated the corporeal configuration of his adversary — and was presently enveloping Nostramo in its entirety.
Even from his station within the Nightfall, he registered this combustive volition towards comprehensive existential annihilation.
More critically — he had, in a microscopictemporal increment, registered a propheticapprehension:
They were, imminently, to be reclassified as celestial detritus.
Curze could not ascertain the duration of his engagement aboard the Nightfall.
With the dissipation of his 'future' iteration'sexistential substrate, however, the EighthLegion had forfeited its temporal anchor.
The entire vessel commenced its catastrophicstructural disintegration.
Should they fail to evacuate this precinct with immediate alacrity — the four of them would, imminently, be consigned to vacuoussuspension.
Curze, as a Primarch, could, perhaps, sustainhis existential continuity within this hostileenvironment.
His three successors would, however, accompany Curze exclusively in their reclassification as celestial cadavericspecimens.
"PREPARE for UMBRAL TRANSLATION!"
Before Curze's enunciation had attained its terminus —
The entire secluded chamber erupted with fulgurant effulgence. Its structuralconfiguration commenced accelerateddissolution.
Curze's regard perforated the accumulatedstratigraphy of the vessel's ferrousconfiguration. His visual faculties registered, with unprecedented clarity, Nostramo — saturated with the crimson effluence of Khorne's divine puissance.
A profound umbral configuration propagatedfrom his inferior extremities. It enveloped the four of them with the momentum of a tectonictsunami.
At the chronological instant immediately priorto the Nightfall's comprehensive dissolution— Curze, accompanied by his threesuccessors, translated himself through the umbral dimension.
The instant of his insinuation into this dimensional configuration, however —
Curze registered a pronounced anomaly.
The entire umbral latitude of Nostramo was, at this chronological juncture, configrating.
It had been denuded of its customary frigid, tenebrous effluence.
As his trajectory approached the epicentre of the Brass Coliseum —
The umbral latitude progressively attenuated. It acceded to the dominion of the freneticallyconfigrating sanguinary battlefield.
"Sevatar. Ralph. Crite. You are designated to IMMEDIATELY repatriate yourselves to the Resistance citadel and stabilise the collectivemorale of our combatants."
"And you, father?" Sevatar's enunciation was saturated with apprehension.
"I shall sustain my fraternal associate..."
Curze's regard was fixed upon the distantsanguinary epicentre — a fulminantconfigration of primordial martialconvocation.
"...This engagement is calibrated such that even a Primarch is exclusively qualified to participate."
He dispensed with further discursiveelaboration.
A perfunctory manual gesture consigned his three successors to the sub-hive.
He then pivoted and committed himself to a trajectory oriented towards the BrassColiseum.
With each temporal increment of his translation — he registered, with increasingvisceral certitude, the illimitable tyrannicalpuissance of the Blood God.
This was the pure, primordial effluence of martial annihilation. Its calibrationconsiderably exceeded that of his 'future'iteration.
Volcanic effluence — saturated with combustive atmospheric perturbation — assailed his maxillofacial configuration.
It endeavoured to ignite the most primordialhomicidal impulses — and the primitive fury— within his cognitive infrastructure.
Curze's maxillofacial configuration, however, remained immutable.
The umbral effluence coiling about his corporeal configuration insulated him from this comprehensive corruptive investment.
He persisted in his trajectory with unwaveringdetermination —
Until the entire umbral latitude succumbed to the oppressive compression of Khorne's divine effluence.
His translation was abruptly interdicted.
The acrid effluvium of haemorrhagiceffluence immediately saturated his olfactorysensorium.
Atmospheric turbulence shrieked in his auditory faculties.
Curze registered himself descending from an elevation of ten thousand metres with accelerating gravitational velocity.
His trajectory was oriented directly at the colossal Brass Coliseum suspended over the upper hive.
It was abundantly apparent that Khorne would countenance zero spectators to this sacredmartial convocation who presumed to observe it through covert umbral expedients.
During his translational descent —
He registered his fraternal associate sustaining the catastrophic offensivecommitment of EIGHT simultaneoussanguinary axial effulgences.
His corporeal configuration was then comprehensively enveloped by a terrifyingsanguinary configration.
"...Nyx?!"
The substratum fractured. Magmaticeffluence erupted from its chthonicreceptacle with the chromatic intensity of haemorrhagic discharge.
Khorne had, with a SINGULAR offensivecommitment, annihilated half the upper hive.
His battle-axe remained elevated in his manual extremities. His configrating ocular organs irradiated unassuageable martialecstasy.
He registered, with visceral certitude, that Nyx remained existentially continuous within the chthonic fissure.
"Your capacity to transgress my expectationsprogressively intensifies with each temporalincrement of our engagement..."
Khorne's enunciation reverberated throughout the Coliseum with the momentum of celestialatmospheric discharge.
"...You are capable of forcibly attenuating a substantial quantum of my axial effluencethrough sheer volitional investment?!"
"...Keh. This circumstance exclusivelydemonstrates that your martial investment is INADEQUATE to comprehensively annihilateme, Khorne."
Nyx's power armour had sustainedcatastrophic compromise. His recumbentcorporeal configuration was comprehensivelyinscribed with lacerative impressions.
His martial conviction, however — registeredwithin his ocular organs — had sustained zeroattrition.
His regard encountered Curze — who had, at this chronological juncture, consummated his atmospheric descent.
Curze translated himself through the accumulated combustive effluence and elevated his fraternal associate from his recumbent configuration.
"It appears your martial calibration has undergone considerable augmentation, fraternal associate."
Nyx's maxillofacial configuration distendedinto a maxillofacial simulation of existentialgratification — saturated with nociceptiveeffluence and relief.
"You have, accordingly, at this chronologicaljuncture, attained the requisite qualificationsto engage Him at my perimeter."
Curze's enunciation was subauditory. The umbral effluence coiling about his corporealconfiguration intensified its customaryinvestment.
Nyx reoriented his cephalic configurationtowards the crimson Daemon.
"Khorne. Do you register any objection to my fraternal associate's participation in this martial convocation?"
Khorne's configrating pupillary configurationsunderwent microscopic constriction.
He registered, with comprehensive clarity, this inelegant provocative discursiveexpedient.
He registered, simultaneously, zero affectiveinvestment in this circumstance.
Additional combatants. Additionalhaemorrhagic effluence.
These parameters were entirely congruentwith His essential volition.
His regard traversed to Curze. His ocular organs erupted with volcanic effulgence.
"ASSENTED!"
His enunciation was analogous to the concerted ululation of innumerablebattlefields.
"SUBSEQUENT to your comprehensiveEXISTENTIAL EXPENDITURE at my manualextremities — the ESSENCES of you BOTHshall ETERNALLY PERSIST beneath my THRONE!"
Before his enunciation had attained its terminus —
Skarbrand's corporeal configuration — which Khorne had appropriated as His terrestrialvessel — abruptly immobilised itself.
Khorne's maxillofacial configurationinstantaneously distended in primordial fury. His incandescent wrath erupted with the momentum of volcanic cataclysm.
He abruptly recalibrated His cephalicorientation towards a peripheral interstice of the immaterial expanse. His ululation was sufficient to perturb the entire dimensionalconfiguration:
"ACCURSED ENTITY! You DAREINTERCEDE in this SACRED MARTIALCONVOCATION?!"
At this chronological juncture —
The Emperor had not manifested Himself personally at Nostramo.
He had, instead, singularly infiltrated the Brass Citadel within the Warp's profundity.
His translational momentum was irresistible. No Great Daemon could arrest His trajectoryfor even a microscopic temporal increment.
Exclusively the Sovereign enthroned upon the Brass Pavilion was qualified to encounter Him in martial convocation.
"Khorne. Further discursive elaboration is FUTILE..."
The Emperor's enunciation was incandescent— with the intensity of a configrating celestialentity.
His flaming blade was elevated in His manualextremity.
"ENGAGE!"
The flaming blade and the sanguinary battle-axe COLLIDED within the Warp's profundity.
This encounter was not a transient skirmish.
This was an AUTHENTIC MARTIALCONVOCATION between PRIMORDIALDIVINITIES.
The Emperor, at this chronological juncture — in the inaugural phase of the Great Crusade — had not yet attained the apogee of His martialcalibration. He had not yet been saturatedwith the accumulated conviction of humanity's collective devotion.
A direct martial encounter with a Chaos Godwould, indisputably, necessitate considerableexistential expenditure.
He did not, however, hesitate.
He had registered, with visceral clarity, the ontogenetic maturation of Nyx and Curze — effected through their confrontation with this desperate existential crisis.
This registration constituted His sufficientjustification for His martial intervention.
The Frigid Sun progressively compresseditself against the crimson divine dominion.
Khorne's terrifying divine effluencecommenced its progressive attenuation.
The Bloodletters. The Skullmasters. The innumerable Daemonic combatants enthronedupon the Brass Coliseum's elevatedperimeters.
They emitted a desolate ululation as they were subsumed by the Emperor's unalloyedpsychic configration — transfigured into particulate cadaveric residuum.
Khorne registered, with visceral clarity, His progressive attenuation of His terrestrialdominion over this planet.
His martial conviction, however, remainedunperturbed.
He was the Blood God. He was the incarnationof WAR!
Even should I sustain this Emperor'soppressive martial investment upon my dorsal configuration — even should I be constrained to divert my cognitive investmentto engage these two Primarchs —
I am, NEVERTHELESS, UNASSAILABLE!
He determined to comprehensivelyANNIHILATE these preposterous mortalfantasies — their ASPIRATIONS, their HOPE — through PURE, UNALLOYED MARTIALINVESTMENT!
He would consign their CORPOREALCONFIGURATIONS — and their ESSENCES — to COMPREHENSIVE EXISTENTIALEXPENDITURE!