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Golden flames blazed around Alvin, and an invisible force lifted him into the air. His power armor peeled away layer by layer, revealing a frail body.

Yet in the light of those golden flames, Alvin's entire body seemed to be made of jade. He looked less like a human—or even a living creature—and more like something almost translucent.

Visible golden energy surged and boiled through the veins beneath his skin like molten lava.

His short black hair stood on end and danced like flames. His molten, reddish-gold eyes had no pupils, only pure, burning fire. They fixed coldly on the Daemon Primarch, who stood mere feet away, raving like a madman.

"He does not belong to you."

Alvin's voice rang out.

But what shocked everyone was that the voice coming from his mouth wasn't the familiar, clear tone. It was a powerful, metallic echo, as if countless voices had been layered together.

Every syllable vibrated through the air, carrying a fervor that would burn heretics and Chaos to ash, and an utter contempt for all things profane.

The voice ignored the Warp-twisted barriers around Dragon Forest Star, echoing clearly through every Dark Angels communications array and into every soul.

Ezekiel—and even the Supreme Grand Master of the Dark Angels—were utterly stunned.

They stared at that figure and seemed to glimpse a towering golden presence amid the rising, blazing, yet strangely warm flames.

That figure stood above the Imperium.

He was the Imperium's foundation and the key to humanity's survival. Throughout those long ten thousand years, he had protected his people.

That was...the Emperor!

There could be no mistake. That was the Emperor!

To them, this power felt like the warmth of the sun. But all Chaos touched by the golden flames was burned to ash amid screams.

"It really...it really