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Dion slowly approched the body of the mutated space marine. The dark essence was no longer upon him. The mighty corpse was all what remained. He holstered his gelt gun and looked at the sky, it was raining blood. "Was it my doing? Or is this was done by the hand of Lord Cyradon?" - Dion wondered.

The corpse of the mutated angle caught his eye again. "Is this is what awaits me?" - Dion felt how fear was stalking his heart, but took and deep breath and cleared his mind.

He took out his data-slate and tries to activate it, but it's damaged. He throws it away.

He hears the displeasure of the Tech-priest, but does not heed him. He patiantly stares at Cyradon, looking forward the results of his investigation.