Within the Tower of the Lost, the Ashen Chaplain observed a handful of Death Company warriors who did not succumb to the howling fury of the Black Rage. They did not scream, nor did they strike their chains. Instead, they watched in silence, their attention sharpening only when the traitor’s name was spoken. Where is Horus? These warriors were not reliving the death of Sanguinius. They were hunting his killer. Their rage had not shattered their discipline, but hollowed it out and reforged it into fixation. Tactical doctrine became ritual. Engagement became judgement. Believing this aberration significant, the Chaplain sanctioned a sealed experiment—Project Black Spite—drawing upon the altered genetic legacy of Lemartes. Few survived. Those who did were gathered into a single, unrecorded kill team. They do not seek victory or redemption. They designate the prey, close the circle, and wait. When Horus falls—when he always falls—the Ashen Chaplain gives the only order they will obey. Again..