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Pupils dilated. They were always dilated. The sonic blaster made a symphony of destruction that danced in the traitor's mind. His senses were invigorated to the shear loudness of the sound. The waves buckled rockcrete structures around the hab block, the material collapsing on itself in an orchestra of chaos. The few meager mortals caught in the blast disintegrated as they screamed their last breathes. He grinned, the kind of devious grin of a traitor that had forsaken and betrayed everything he once held dear.

The resistance of Magnar II had been meager and pathetic. The traitor cared not, in fact it was almost a relief to be toying with such sheep without resistance. The planet had no PDF to speak of and its people were unarmed, mostly. The small city they'd been fighting in was a joke of a settlement. Ruined, old, and unguarded, one would think there was nothing of value on the planet. The 3rd legion thought otherwise.

"Brother Maximus" it was Captain Petryeous, such an annoyance.

The traitor's grin faded as he heard the words. Disturbing his symphony was a displeasure, but the legion had to maintain some type of organization. If they would not listen to their leader than they were as good as dead.

"You've disturbed me Captain," Maximus spat.

"My apologizes sergeant..." the captain laughed, "We're a kilometer south of the Astro Administratium, where are you?"

Maximus let off another series of sonic waves at a couple trying to escape. They screamed as their flesh melted, music to his ears. The sounds of their deaths awoke a memory in the traitor's mind. It was his beloved primarch. The day they took the xenos temple of the Laer. The screams of the dying xenos echoed through his thoughts, the blood, the sacrifice, and the glory all pressed their way to his conscious. But above all, his primarch standing gloriously above the broken and fallen, slamming the 3rd legions banner into the corral impacted him the most.

"Fulgrim..."

"What?... Say again?"

"Relax... I'll be there, are you sure the data is correct?"

"No"