As Xarok perused a tome of terrible secrets one spooky night, like he usually does, his purple gaze drifted to the page number. Page 308. This would hold no significance in a regular, run-of-the-mill, plain jane, normal, average, everyday, typical book. But this book of forbidden spells didn't have page numbers. They hadn't been believed by the time of its writing. Xarok pondered for a billisecond the meaning of this.

It was only then he realized what a fool he'd been all this time. It was the Number of the Beast: 616, divided in twain. Only a mind that had gazed into the warp, and blinked, could understand what consequences this would have. And Xarok had done all that and more.

He closed the volume before it could attempt to corrupt him, and incinerated it with the lighter he used only once before, on his great-grandson's tenth birthday. A great-grandson who was now dead by his hands. Actually his axes. But that's not the point. The point is, there could only be a few men who were behind this dark plot. One of them was

Antius.

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