The battle raged around Hera, the traitors having breached into the palace. She looked on the traitor marines with disgust, both for their treason and the physical mutation many were now rife with. Most were, except these...

“What are these damned creatures!”

These new traitors had no body to corrupt. Their armor, broken and segmented, floated above the glowing outline of an astartes. One, which had twisted its gauntlets into talons, leapt at the primarch, screamIng “You could have saved us! You let her do this!” Though it had no mouth from which to scream with.

Hera cut the thing down. It’s armor shattered on the ground and the energy inside dissipated with an ethereal wail.

“Oh dear sister, must you be so cruel to kill my children a second time?”

Hera turned with shock and horror to see her sister, Magna the Red, standing before her. Her form was wounded and shattered, skin covered in glowing scars, wailing spirits. Her sister, who so often used her psychic might to hide her physical appearance, no longer did so, revealing her true form as a towering read giant.

“Magna why! What has happened to you, to your legion!”

“Russ happened! My home reduced to ashes I chose survival over death! And look at that cost! Look at the cost of loyalty! Look at the cost of attempting to warn our father of the future!”

Magna’s physical existence seemed to shudder, her parts connected by glowing scars almost seeming to drift away before some of the spirits around her flowed into them, ensuring they remained where they were.

“I am incomplete. This is not about revenge sister, for me this is survival. Revenge will come later,” the red giant raised her staff and reality began to buckle “You will suffer for inaction and ignorance like all the rest. And Russ,” the spirts around Magna moaned  “When I get my hands on her, I shall inflict every suffering that the people of Prospero felt at her hands!”