Within the core passage, the battle between Lion El'Jonson and Abaddon was like the collision of two storms of destruction.
The greatsword Fealty carried mountain-cleaving force and the blazing holy flames of the Emperor with every swing. Golden radiance illuminated Abaddon's face, twisted by fury and shock.
The Emperor's Shield was like a wall of sighs. No matter how cunning Abaddon's daemon sword was, no matter what foul warp energy it carried, the ancient and sacred shield steadily blocked or deftly deflected it, producing deafening roars and explosive bursts of colliding energy!
Abaddon roared, his crimson single eye nearly dripping blood!
Empowered by the blessings of Chaos, his strength, speed, power, and reflexes had all been pushed to their limits!
The daemon sword tore through the air, carrying blasphemous power capable of severing reality itself! Yet before the Lion's time-honed ancient combat techniques and the flawless defense of the Emperor's Shield, every one of his attacks was like raging surf crashing against a reef—utterly futile!
The Lion's counterattacks were like cold judgment! His greatsword carried the might of a primarch, and every follow-up slash after a block made Abaddon's Terminator armor groan under unbearable strain, leaving deep gashes behind! Holy flames scorched Abaddon's warp-energy shield with a sizzling, corrosive hiss!
Even the Warmaster, blessed by the four Chaos Gods, was struggling before the First Legion's primarch, who had awakened from ten thousand years of slumber and returned bearing a divine artifact personally bestowed by the Emperor!
Abaddon's vaunted strength was utterly suppressed before the Lion's absolute power, forged in peak duels during the Horus Heresy!
"Is that all you've got, Warmaster?!" The Lion's cold voice struck at Abaddon's pride like a hammer. "Was a title all you gained from betraying your father? Is this meager strength all your masters deigned