The battle had fallen into a bizarre stalemate.
Pandora and Khorne's projection clashed like an unending cosmic storm. Every collision shook this fragile psychic realm, yet neither could do anything to the other.
The barrel of Pandora's beloved cannon had long since warped, letting out groans of unbearable strain.
"Hmph! I'm done playing!" Pandora huffed and tossed the heavy cannon aside, sending up enormous sprays of blood-filth as it crashed into the churning mire.
Her tiny form turned into a streak of light as she lunged straight at the massive bloody battle axe. "Big guy! Eat this!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Her little fists, wrapped in a strange force field, hammered fiercely against the axe blade formed by Khorne's projection like pile drivers!
Every punch erupted with a deafening boom and dazzling ripples of energy!
Pandora was actually engaging this world-destroying weapon in the most primitive form of hand-to-hand combat!
Khorne's projection let out an even more violent, exhilarated roar, seemingly far more satisfied with this "close-quarters" style of battle.
Elsewhere, the countless compound eyes of Tzeentch's projection flickered with ghostly blue light. Most of its attention was fixed on Luke, and its bizarre spells seemed more like probes, analyzing the nature of Luke's Force.
The phantom tide of Slaanesh's projection swirled around Liang Bing, and the two appeared to be engaged in some strange "academic exchange" regarding "pleasure" and "pain."
Nurgle's projection, meanwhile, stubbornly tried to sell He Xi on "Grandfather's embrace." He Xi's expression was so cold it seemed ready to freeze space itself.
Sanguinius, Horus, Glory, Joan of Arc, and the Dark Angels had become spectators, while also keeping an eye on Lion El'Jonson, who had just regained consciousness and was struggling to digest the fragments of his memories.
The battlefield looked fierce, but its core had fallen