Then Alvin's voice rang out beside his ear.
En Sabah Nur whipped his head around and discovered that Alvin had already reached the foot of the Pyramid. He was climbing step by step on stairs of empty air, and the runes engraved on his armor actually dispersed the surrounding Warp energy.
"War isn't a numbers game." He kept climbing, his tone calm. "Eighteen million mutants? Sounds like a lot. But without organization, tactics, or discipline, they're nothing more than eighteen million lambs waiting for slaughter."
He climbed another step, casually shooting down two flying mutants that tried to pounce on him with his Bolter.
"And you?"
Alvin sneered, his eyes full of scorn. "You're just an upstart who couldn't wait to show off the moment he gained a little power."
"You think power is everything. You think numbers mean victory... but you don't understand what real war is at all."
He climbed another step, drawing closer to En Sabah Nur.
"Get away! Get down!" En Sabah Nur roared, unleashing a nearly tangible Warp storm in an attempt to force Alvin back.
Yet as the Warp storm approached Alvin, it seemed to be drawn by another force and became his power instead. Blinding arcs of lightning coiled around him.
"War is a clash of steel and will."
"It is discipline crushing chaos, conviction triumphing over desire."
"Those legions of millions you boast about have strength, but no will; numbers, but no discipline; desire, but no conviction."
"To put it even more plainly..."
Halfway up, Alvin looked straight at En Sabah Nur, golden light blazing deep within his pupils. "The mutant army you're so proud of is too weak. So weak that I don't even need to mobilize the Astra Militarum, much less devise any complicated tactics. All I need to do