"That makes sense."
Yvraine turned to look and found Roboute Guilliman standing beside her, though she had no idea when he had arrived.
The two met each other's eyes, then quickly looked away.
Suddenly realizing that made them seem guilty, they turned their gazes back to each other.
That inexplicable understanding made both their faces redden slightly, but fortunately, everyone was focused on the gods in the sky and failed to notice the subtle exchange between them.
"So that's how it is... Guilliman, Guilliman... I never thought you liked that sort of thing..."
Jaghatai stroked his beard in the shadows and smiled faintly. Guilliman's body suddenly shuddered as a chill swept over him. He looked around, but found nothing unusual.
Gods from opposing factions faced off, their divine power spilling into the sky and colliding in explosions. Mortals prayed and cheered beneath their feet, offering the gods an endless stream of support through their devotion.
The first to strike was Khorne, the Blood God. He melted away more than half his armor, then charged at the God-Emperor bare from the waist up, his body formed from congealed blood and his hand gripping a vicious greatsword.
"Die! One of us must fall!" Khorne's roar was like clashing metal, stirring the most savage, bloodthirsty side hidden within all things.
The God-Emperor raised an eyebrow slightly and pressed his palms together. When he spread them apart, a longsword forged from flame appeared in his hands.
The two gods battled in the heavens like black holes devouring each other, twisting even the world and the light around them.
The mortals gazing skyward could see only two enormous vortices, one gold and one red, merging together until they were impossible to distinguish.
Khorne's power was suppressed by Tzeentch, no longer as mighty and terrifying as