Egon Castovean, Chapter Master of the Penitent Wings, swung his sword in a brutal arc, smashing the pommel into Heraghas’ helmet. The impact shattered the Word Bearer’s corrupted ceramite, shards scattering across the scorched stone as the traitor dropped to his knees. Blood splashed the ground while Egon grabbed him by the head and hauled him upright, staring into the cracked remains of his helm. There was no mercy in his eyes—only cold judgment.
“I’ve heard the stories,” Egon said with open contempt. “They call you a great champion of the Dark Gods, a butcher who leaves nothing but ruin behind.” He raised his blade high without hesitation. Then, in one clean and unstoppable strike, he brought it down and took the Word Bearer’s head from his shoulders.
