The sky above the Bloodgrind Corridor was torn apart as a colossal burning hand formed from Khorne's will came crashing down with the might of obliterating stars!
This was not an attack on the physical level, but a manifestation of the Warp's essence—a crushing force of pure slaughter and the laws of war! The air wailed, and space itself twisted and shattered beneath this blasphemous power.
The White Scars warriors could not move beneath the pressure of this calamity. Their souls felt as though they had been cast into a furnace.
Batu's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the center of that giant hand—at the dark green figure standing there like a mortal challenging a god, small yet stubbornly holding his head high.
Just as the giant hand was about to touch Doom—
"ROAR—!!!"
A roar more primal and more purely destructive than any Khorne daemon tore through the shriek of space!
Doom's armored right fist punched upward with world-sundering force!
Countless dark golden runes flared across his fist! Ancient, twisted, and incomprehensibly complex, they seemed to contain the secret of the universe's end! They were not energy shields, but something more fundamental, more tyrannical—"negation"—negating life, negating order, negating all existence that was not Destruction itself!
A shockwave of indescribable color silently exploded from the point where Doom's fist met Khorne's giant hand!
In that instant, heaven and earth fell into a deathly silence that froze souls.
Wherever the shockwave passed, space shattered and vanished inch by inch like fragile glass!
The Khorne daemons kneeling on the ground, fanatically drawing upon the Blood God's blessing—whether weak Bloodletters, powerful Flesh Hounds, or even several nearby Khorne Knights—were reduced to ash by that absolute power of Oblivion before they could even scream!
In the instant before the shockwave spread, Batu relied