Then, briefly, he imagined another death.
A great battle, upon which human culture would be based. Such an hour would become so ingrained in the minds of men that it would be the cornerstone of all that came after. Loken would battle, and die, and perhaps even Horus would die, to save the Emperor at the last. Primarch Horus would be there, of course. He imagined himself at the Emperor’s side, fighting some great, last stand against an unknown foe. Fabled, imaginary combats flashed through his mind. He tried to picture the manner of his own death. Men would cry out for Abaddon’s return, but he would never come. There would be a time when Abaddon no longer waged bloody war across the territories of humanity. Not even the great First Captain Ezekyle Abaddon would survive forever. “Loken tried to imagine the future, but the image would not form.
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