Nimrod raised his head and looked beyond the curtain, where the Great Ocean churned with towering waves.
The power of destruction burst through the curtain, scorching the void crimson.
The Fallen Count opened the Eye of Supervision, its illusory gaze fixed upon the void.
The Destructive Melt-stream swept across the void battlefield, cobalt-blue warships colliding with one another.
Four warships suddenly erupted with destructive currents and were torn apart by gravity fields that materialized out of the vacuum.
Their hulls exploded apart, flaming wreckage slowly spinning through space.
The Shadow of the Throne was like a lone boat in a storm. The dazzling radiance of the Ruinstorm engulfed its hull, while the Simian Field flickered with a dim glow.
It rolled and spun, an oval membrane covering its black hull.
Roars echoed through the void, piercing through one warship after another.
On the warships of the Word Bearers and World Eaters, Navigators and Astropaths who served Chaos screamed in terror, dying in madness alongside those aboard the Ultramarines' vessels.
A blazing vortex swept across the entire Nuceria system. Brilliant bolts of lightning tore through the clouds and struck toward Nimrod.
Lorgar Aurelian looked up into the sky, the hand holding his staff trembling slightly.
Though he had failed to help his brother achieve his immortal undertaking, the Ruinstorm had taken shape.
He had played the melody, and the Warp Storm would isolate the eastern galaxy.
Lorgar watched the Blood God's furious Thunder crash down toward Nimrod and shook his head faintly.
Though Nimrod was powerful enough to fight Angron, he was as ignorant as Guilliman, unenlightened by the truth.
His golden eyes widened. No one, not even a Primarch, could withstand the wrath of a god.
Lorgar's pupils suddenly contracted. A layer of shadow enveloped Nimrod's body, like a veil