On the Vengeful Spirit, Abaddon stared intensely at Cadia on the distant star map, silent.
The cries and screams of Ercansus in his final moments still echoed in his ears, but the Subspace did not relent. He could feel the fury and screams of the Chaos Gods. They had been mocked, ridiculed, yet were powerless. Because that despicable, cursed being resided in the Material Universe where the Subspace could not interfere!
Why was it there!
How could it be there!
More importantly, it was blocking their path!
That thief!
The enraged roar of spiritual energy reverberated in the Subspace. Abaddon did not know why they were so furious. But the fact was, any tribunal believer, after death, their soul went to the Tribunal. Not only that, but the souls of those they killed were also forcibly drawn into the Tribunal's forge!
But...that was originally theirs!!
Their followers! Their subordinates! Souls that belonged to them!
The Tribunal had no right to take all of this away!
