Within the Pyramid of the Fire Phoenix, Temple Master Phosis T'kar sat high upon the Crystal Throne.
Any member who did not belong to the Pyrae Cult would be unable to withstand the surging flames upon entering the Pyrae Temple.
Aether Sprites wheeled and soared through the air, their illusory bodies dragging behind them trails of dazzling light.
Phosis T'kar's Theoda, like a Dazzling Angel, hovered above his head. Ever since the bombardment began, his form had continued to expand.
Nourished by the flames of the entire planet, he had grown as towering as a Primarch.
Numerous Thousand Sons surrounded Phosis T'kar, standing within the sacred hexagram where water and fire merged, each holding a Psyker Crystal from the Reflective Cavern.
"Sir, are you certain you want to use such a dangerous ritual?"
Phosis T'kar's ten fingers, resting on the ruby armrests, crackled sharply. Sparks leaped up and streaked rapidly across the Psyker Crystals.
"I have never been more certain. I am the Temple Master of the Pyrae Cult. The flames are my servants. I am the Lord of Hellfire. Today, I will burn the Space Wolves to ashes."
"Begin."
Pharis stepped back. The Phoenixes were about to burn their lives and draw out the Psyker Crystals' violent power when Phosis T'kar's flame-burning eyes turned toward the outside of the temple.
"Hathor, why have you come to my temple instead of directing the battle?"
"To save your life." Hathor Maat said this as he raised a hand and pushed open the doors.
His eyes rapidly faded in color, and his pupils narrowed into vertical slits. Invisible waves of Spirituality surged forward.
"Dragon Might" rumbled forth. The Phoenix Thousand Sons shuddered simultaneously, as if struck by a giant hammer.
Several Phoenix Thousand Sons left their positions in the sacred hexagram and