Udan gave Lentus one final look before joining Arabar in his step. As he thudded down the dark corridor, he regarded the pulp that Jantaer had become, and he was impressed. What great power, he thought. His twin hearts beat faster as he regarded the foreign space marine, playing with the thought of rushing in and burying his chain-axe inside the Word Bearer's head, then taking his potent weaponry. But that wouldn't be good, for only his presence fettered the maddening advances of the voices.

The Word Bearer was wearing different regalia for some reason. Were these the colors of the warband that would be born after this slaughter? Udan thought it was ugly.

[b]"Sorthraal, good news,"[/b] he voxed. [b]"That fool Jantaer is dead and I have linked up with Arabar and Lentus. We are proceeding swiftly."[/b]

[b]"Copy,"[/b] came back the modulated reply, then the distant Sorthraal blinked at an icon in his retinal display to allow Arabar to hear. [b]"Vorax has joined us along with Second Claw. We are in the main concourse leading to the bridge, and await only the Apostle's command."[/b]