Magma surged from the heart of the ritual array. The magma from the Warp nearly drained the abundant psychic energy here the instant it appeared. The Aeldari present also felt an unbearable thirst, as though they had been walking through a sun-scorched desert for days.
As more and more magma poured forth, vapor scorched from it formed a blurry human figure. The hazy outline brought tears of excitement to Fulgrim's eyes. After so long, he could finally see his closest brother again.
Ferrus Manus emerged from the mist. The immense difference between the Warp and reality meant that he needed a moment to adjust.
The Aeldari's territory... a Craftworld... So this was the Emperor's mission? Fortunately, this isn't the first time I've burned an Aeldari Craftworld... As long as I find the main Wraithbone node, reducing this Craftworld to ashes won't be difficult. But I didn't appear on the battlefield. That is rather strange.
Ferrus Manus shifted his gaze and saw Fulgrim standing some distance away, tears in his eyes.
Boom!
The memories long buried within him were drawn out by Fulgrim's face. The flaming skull atop Ferrus Manus's black armor was violently whipped upward by the winds of those memories, becoming a pillar of flame hundreds of meters high.
"Fulgrim!" Ferrus Manus roared, his voice brimming with hatred for his brother's betrayal.
Charging forward, Ferrus Manus was like an unstoppable living volcano. Magma and flames constantly poured from his exposed arms, leaving the Aeldari's magnificent halls even more ruined.
"Ugh..." Yvraine sighed in frustration. All these losses would be added to Lin Fan's tab. Then, together with the seers, she activated the array they had prepared earlier and restrained the raging flames unleashed by Ferrus Manus.
Ferrus Manus had no interest in observing what the Aeldari were doing. All