Pfft!
A muffled sound rang out—not the sound of something shattering, but of extreme compression!
The hard lump of coal was instantly pinned between the palm and fingers of the giant hand clad in azure armor by an unimaginable force of pressure!
A large amount of dust and debris was squeezed out through the gaps between Guilliman's fingers, but restrained by his psychic power, it did not scatter everywhere.
Then Yvraine saw Guilliman bring his hands together, tightly clasping the lump of coal.
The muscles in his arms tensed slightly, and the joints of the Armor of Eternity let out faint creaks under the immense force.
Guilliman seemed unconcerned. A brighter blue-gold glow spread across the surface of his body.
It was the Smart Atoms actively reinforcing and protecting the armor.
He was clearly continuing to apply pressure.
His hands were as steady as hydraulic clamps, compressing the object in his palms bit by bit.
Heat began to radiate outward.
Not from flames, but from the intense friction between molecules as matter was compressed to its limit.
Streams of scorching air leaked from between Guilliman's fingers, warping the surrounding scenery.
Yvraine held her breath and watched without blinking.
She could sense that Guilliman was not merely compressing it with brute force. A trace of exquisite psychic power had seeped inside as well, seemingly guiding and shaping it.
The process lasted about a minute.
A nearly imperceptible bead of sweat seemed to form at Guilliman's temple, but his expression remained focused and calm.
Finally, he stopped applying pressure.
His clasped hands slowly parted and extended toward Yvraine.
Then he opened his palms.
Resting quietly in them was a short blade.
It was around thirty centimeters long, with a simple and flowing design.
It possessed the graceful curves unique to Eldar weapons,