'Back away from him!' Abaddon commanded.'Seal the room!'
Atmospheric cyclers ceased turning. Machines bleeped out tones of compliance. Still the Lord of Death marched forwards.
Kibre began to cough behind his mask. Aximand took several steps back, his face greening as he fumbled on his helm. Layak
dropped to his knees, singing praise in the ear-burning tongue of his worship, but he too struggled to breathe
Mortarion's miasma. Of them all, only Horus, Tormageddon and Abaddon were left unaffected.