Nimrod's gaze swept over Angron, whose body was continuously swelling and growing taller. After driving the Tuchulcha Engine through the Warp Storm to Nuceria, he had linked with Hraf's consciousness and monitored the progress of the ascension.
Now, the time had come.
With a thought from him, the Space Ape poured 331133 milliliters of Helas Volt into the "Kingdom of Disorder" furnace.
The gray-skinned Bishop Nephilim was thrown in first. Amid rippling waves, supernatural sound waves echoed through the empty First Layer Space for a long while.
The pale head of Mortarion's adoptive father—Necare—was thrown in next.
Green mist burst forth, intertwining with ripples of ultra-high frequency.
The gray body and pale head churned together, continuously dissolving as Helas Volt dyed them black.
The liquid boiled and grew increasingly viscous, until only a pair of eyes and a pair of oversized ears remained.
The King of Hraf, wearing the War Crown, smashed into the sludge, raising hundreds of fist-sized bubbles with a gurgling sound.
The tens of millions of worlds destroyed by the millions of King of Hraf's parasitic incarnations, along with the hundreds of thousands of exterminated races, appeared one by one.
The eyes blinked, sweeping across the millennia of memories flowing within every bubble.
The ears trembled, listening to the miserable wails.
With a crack, the eyes shattered and were stained by dense shadows.
The ears exploded with repeated bangs, bursting into strips of flesh that twitched without end.
The Space Ape wrapped both claws around the greatsword, trembling ceaselessly.
The instinct inscribed into its genes by the Old Ones made it both loathe and fear the seemingly real yet unreal blade it held.
The Space Ape rushed to the furnace and threw the greatsword inside.
As the greatsword crashed into the viscous liquid, four lights leaped up: