Ferraria Mani, the Gorgon

She is the key. Implacable. Unshakeable. If she would be at your side, she would never break. A Greek tragedy is about to unfold as Haera's traitors have erred in assuming she would ever betray...

The Iron Forge lay silent, the air thick with the scent of burnt metal and ozone. A single lumen globe flickered above, casting a sickly yellow glow upon the scarred anvil and the weapons that adorned the walls. Ferraria Mani sat immobile upon a block of cold, black iron, her torso draped in bandages and her face, now prosthetic, moving mechanically. The most skilled Adepts toiled to reconstruct her face after the grievous blow. Her hands, coated in their silvery necrodermis, glowed faintly in the gloom

Look at me her voice was still hoarse from the effort of speaking

You all slowly raised your heads. Emotions warred within each of you

Milady, we sought not to fail you.

She gave a short, bitter laugh. None of you failed me. The fault lies with… with her.

Ferraria's voice cracked, the sheer effort of uttering Fulgrimè's name evident in her tone. She clenched her fists, the metal of her hands creaking as she struggled to contain her rage

How could she do this? How could she turn against everything we fought for? Against our father? Against me?

We stood together. At Mount Narodnya. At the Carollis Star. On a thousand battlefields. We were sisters, forged in the fires of war. And she…

Ferraria trailed off, her gaze fixed upon the shattered remnants of Fireblade that lay upon the anvil.

She destroyed that which she herself created...

you seem to catch the light of a tear forming in the Primarch's eye

Then the Primarch's anger simmered, threatening to boil over. She rose to her feet, towering over all of you

I will not let her win her voice echoed through the forge I will hunt her down. I will make her pay for this treachery.

My lady, vengeance is a dangerous path. It consumes all who tread it.

She turned to face you, her silver eyes blazing with a cold, unforgiving light. Do you think I fear being consumed?

No, milady. But I fear for what might befall us all.

You do not understand...