[Draigo, momentarily stunned, quickly became alert.]
[With deep-set eyes, he abruptly raised his heavy Storm Shield, as if preparing to strike at the headless, blurred phantom before him in the next second.]
[However, your actions prevented him from taking further action.]
[You seemed to enter a hazy, trance-like state.]
[Slowly, you raised a thick arm covered in plasteel interfaces.]
[A massive warhammer, entirely formed from warp-fire, took shape in your grasp.]
[At the same time, the headless phantom behind you also raised a thick, flame-wreathed arm.]
[Endless warp-fire surged forward once more, engulfing the terrifying, grotesque Chaos power armor completely.]
[As the warp-fire roared and billowed, tendrils of blood-red Chaos energy were scorched and purified.]
[The headless phantom's thick arm descended in silence.]
[In your dazed state, you too swung the phantom warhammer in your hand.]
[In the next moment, the fiery warhammer collided with the Chaos power armor, unleashing a shockwave so powerful it tore through the air and reverberated throughout the forge.]
[Countless Khorne forgesmiths, hiding behind daemon furnaces and in the corners of the factory, were instantly pulverized into bloody mist.]
[Draigo had no choice but to raise his Storm Shield, positioning it defensively in front of him while retreating swiftly.]
[Once more, the headless phantom brought down its flame-wreathed arm.]
[You, too, swung the colossal phantom warhammer again.]
[With each resounding strike, the Chaos power armor before you underwent a profound transformation.]
[The thick, blood-red metal shell gradually darkened into an obsidian-black steel.]
[The grotesque, terrifying metal spikes did not disappear but instead shortened slightly, giving the armor an aesthetic befitting a master-forged relic.]
[Under the relentless heat of the warp-fire, four servo-mechanical arms of various designs silently emerged from the power pack on the armor's back.]
[Yet, you remained unaware of these changes, merely following the headless phantom's motions as you continued wielding the massive, fiery warhammer.]
[After thirteen resounding strikes,]
[A power armor, now completely different in both form and essence from before, stood before you.]
[The endless warp-fire began to recede, drawing back into your body.]
[At that moment, the once-still headless phantom once again lifted its flame-wreathed arm.]
[Two unfinished boltguns were swiftly swept up by a surge of warp-fire, carried into the lingering flames.]
[The headless phantom raised both flame-wreathed arms and brought them crashing down heavily.]
[With a final thunderous impact, the two incomplete boltguns merged into one.]
[A brand-new Storm Bolter was miraculously forged.]
[The headless phantom then lowered a flame-formed hand, gently patting your shoulder, as if offering a final farewell.]
[Then, the endless warp-fire rapidly dissipated, returning entirely to your body.]
[You slowly regained your senses.]
[You stared blankly at the power armor before you, utterly different from its past form.]
[Your cyan wolf-like eyes blinked in confusion.]
[Instinctively, you raised a hand—grasping within your palm was an archaic-looking Storm Bolter.]
[The next moment, Draigo approached you slowly, his expression solemn.]
[His white beard trembled slightly as he examined you anew.]
[Then, for the first time, a radiant smile spread across the old warrior's face.]
["Come now, young pup of the Space Wolves! Let us embark on a thrilling, demon-slaying crusade!" Draigo bellowed excitedly, a rare enthusiasm surging within him.]
[You flared your nostrils slightly, letting out a helpless sigh.]
[With Draigo's assistance, you donned the newly forged power armor, which you had named 'Iron Carapace.']
[Slowly, you raised a thick, armor-clad arm, flexing your massive metal hand.]
[Your four incredibly flexible servo-mechanical arms extended and retracted in response to your thoughts, able to strike anywhere within a three-meter radius.]
[After completing your preparations, you and Draigo raided the forge's armory, swiftly replenishing your ammunition.]
[Your four servo-mechanical arms also carried additional bolter munitions.]
[You returned the Blade of Vengeance to Draigo.]
[This time, he did not refuse.]
[Smiling faintly, he no longer admonished you for wielding an unpurified daemon weapon.]
[Refreshed and reborn, you and Draigo stepped out of the forge.]
[Draigo's deep-set eyes flickered as he turned to you, inquiring about your next course of action.]
[Would you continue slaying demons, or leave for now?]
[As you gradually adjusted to the unfamiliar yet immensely powerful 'Iron Carapace' power armor,]
[You decided to temporarily leave Khorne's domain and follow Draigo into the more enigmatic and perilous depths of the Warp.]
[Thus, you embarked on a journey away from Khorne's realm.]
[Though the flow and transformations of the Warp were chaotic and unpredictable,]
[The Warp's only acknowledged wanderer, Draigo, knew of a stable passage out of Khorne's dominion.]
[You gradually left behind the volcanic, infernal landscapes of Khorne's domain.]
[You entered a blood-soaked plain, littered with endless corpses.]
[There, you noticed countless crimson flowers, shaped like human skulls, their cores resembling faces, blooming atop the sea of bodies—stretching endlessly toward the blood-red horizon.]
["That is Fear. Its scent lures weak-willed souls into an endless frenzy of slaughter, trapping them in an eternal nightmare of carnage," Draigo explained, sensing your curiosity.]
[You instinctively flared your nostrils but smelled only a faint floral fragrance mixed with the heavy stench of blood and decay.]
["I did say it only affects weak-willed mortals and Astartes… You and I could eat them, and nothing would happen." Draigo chuckled, his white beard shifting slightly.]
[Yet, in the next second, his expression grew solemn.]
[His deep-set eyes narrowed as he stared into the depths of the crimson plain.]
[Following his gaze, you, too, saw it—an immense, slowly writhing tide of blood-red flesh.]
[It was an army—a terrifyingly vast legion of Khorne's warriors.]
["Young pup, it seems the Lord of Slaughter does not intend to let you leave so easily," Draigo muttered, eyes widening slightly as he turned toward you.]
[You narrowed your cyan wolf-eyes and bared your sharp, white fangs in a grin.]
[One hand grasped the Storm Bolter you had named 'Iron Hand.']
[The other hefted the 'Axe of Khorne' onto your broad, armored shoulder.]
["Demons, huh? Guess we just kill them all."]