Khârn heard a rush of air from above and looked up just in time to see a gigantic daemon descending on him, its talons stretching out to swat him to the ground, embers spiralling and burning the air beneath the darkness of its wings. Khârn ducked out of the way, but he was not fast enough to avoid the flat of the beast’s massive double-headed axe smashing into him, sending him sprawling. In a split second Khârn was up again, raging in a blood fury, but the greater daemon stood between him and Abaddon, its mouth wide in a scowl of warning. Its sheer size blocked Abaddon from Khârn’s view, and all around him the circle of bloodletters advanced, now numbering countless hundreds, closing in on him from all directions

Khârn steeled himself to attack the bloodthirster, but its voice boomed in the broiling air before he could move.

‘Cease.’

The Red Path