Tzeentch: Making trouble is my specialty!

Alvin made no visible move, yet Angron's massive body seemed to have been struck by a battleship's main cannon. His Daemon body exploded, spraying filthy, blasphemous blood as he hurtled backward at incredible speed!

Bang!

This was the first time a Daemon Primarch had ever been sent flying!

Even Angron seemed stunned. He looked down and saw that his entire chest had nearly caved in, bearing a clear dent as if he'd been punched.

"Come on!"

Alvin grinned savagely and crooked a finger at him. "You like fighting, don't you? I'll give you all the fighting you can handle today!"

"You wretched insect!!!"

Feeling insulted, Angron roared and charged at Alvin like a bolt of crimson lightning.

In an instant, the two were locked in combat.

Winds howled around them as their figures blurred into afterimages. Every clash of their weapons unleashed a terrifying shock wave,

sweeping across the ruins of the Blood Palace.

But to Ezekiel, the Dark Angels' Chief Librarian, the sight looked like something out of a horror movie!

"This, this is—"

Several readouts on the lenses of Ezekiel's Auspex shot up like rockets. His pupils shrank as he stared in utter shock. "The Warp readings are surging violently? How is this possible—he should only be an I-class Psyker. How could his psychic reaction be this strong?!"

A Psyker's innate talent determined their future strength.

In other words, a Psyker's potential was almost set from the moment of birth, and it was very difficult to cross that seemingly insurmountable divide.

Yet among the many Psykers, there were a very few exceptions whose psychic gifts changed over time under the influence of emotions, their environment, and other external factors.

But—Ezekiel had never encountered anyone who'd leapt from an I-class Psyker to "Epsilon-class" strength.

As Alvin's emotions surged, his