Macragge's liberation part two

With the Emperor's Children defeated, the Primarchs and their forces pushed onward, determined to cleanse Macragge of the remaining Chaos presence. Their spirits were high, buoyed by their recent victory, but they knew the final holdout of Chaos would be the most challenging.

As they approached the last stronghold, a sense of foreboding filled the air. The once-proud fortress was now a twisted, diseased monument to the influence of Nurgle, the Chaos God of decay and corruption. The stench of rot and decay permeated the surroundings, and the skies were darkened by the presence of daemonic entities.

Guilliman: (Steeling himself) "This is it, brothers. The final push to cleanse Macragge. Stay vigilant and strong."

Vulkan: (Gripping his hammer) "Our determination will see us through. We cannot falter now."

As they advanced, they were met with a sight they had not expected. Emerging from the heart of the corrupted fortress was a figure once known to them, now twisted and unrecognizable. Mortarion, the Primarch of the Death Guard, had ascended through the vile gifts of Nurgle.

MORTARION'S ENTRY

Mortarion: (With a voice that echoed with malice) "Welcome, my dear brothers. It is time for you to witness the true power of Nurgle. You will fall before the might of the Plague God."

Horus: (Narrowing his eyes) "Mortarion... what has become of you?"

Mortarion: (Laughing, a sound filled with decay) "I have embraced my true destiny. The gifts of Nurgle have made me stronger than ever. And now, you shall all witness the power I wield."

Without hesitation, the Primarchs prepared for battle. This was a fight that would test their strength, unity, and resolve.

Guilliman: (Raising his sword) "We will not be swayed by your corruption, Mortarion. Prepare yourself."

Mortarion: (Sneering) "You are fools to resist the inevitable. Come, face your doom!"

Horus: (Stepping forward, his voice filled with regret and determination) "This is my fight. I must face the consequences of my actions."

Mortarion: (Taunting) "Ah, Horus, the betrayer. How fitting that you should be here to witness your own undoing."

Horus: (Gripping his weapon) "No more words, Mortarion. Let our blades speak."

Horus and Mortarion clashed with a fury that shook the very ground beneath them. The duel was intense, a battle of wills as much as of strength. Mortarion's taunts and the weight of his own past sins fueled Horus' resolve.

Mortarion: (Sneering) "You cannot escape your fate, Horus."

Horus: (With steely determination) "I will atone for my sins, starting with your defeat."

With a powerful, precise strike, Horus cut through Mortarion's defenses. The corrupted Primarch staggered, his form crumbling under the weight of Horus' blow. 

Mortarion: "t-this cannot be, h-how so easily.. (gasped) that light."

Horus took noticed of what mortarion said and looked at his weapon noticing a bright golden light that started to engulf him removing his armour of anymore chaos taint and bringing back its original look, the other primarchs took note of what they were seeing.

Guiliman: (using his hand as cover from the sheer bright light that engulf Horus.) "Brothers are you seeing this?"

Lion El Johnson: "what on terra."

Vulkan: "father? Is this your doing?"

Horus: (closed his eyes and with a soft voice said) "thank you father, I will fight back against the evils I once embraced."

With one clean hit, Horus ended Mortarion's twisted existence, the force of his strike shattering the bonds of Nurgle's influence.

Horus: (Breathing heavily, yet resolute) "For the Emperor. For redemption."

The remaining forces of Chaos, witnessing the fall of their leader, were thrown into disarray. The Primarchs and their warriors pressed the advantage, driving the daemonic entities back and purging the fortress of its corruption.

As the skies above Macragge began to clear, the Primarchs and their forces knew that this was only the beginning.