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Urkanthos laughed, the sound of it a rough peal of thunder. ‘It has only just begun. You are nothing. The echo of a false god. I will break you in half and set your skull upon Khorne’s throne.’ Agony wracked the Daemon Prince, a white heat searing the veins of his chest. Through slitted eyes, he saw the corpsebride regarding him, unmoving. The pain passed. As ever, Urkanthos felt the stronger for it. Another trial endured. ‘I am the Scourgemaster of the Black Fleet, the Right Hand of the Despoiler. You cannot match me alone.’

Gathering Storm: Fall of Cadia pg. 48