The energy shockwaves produced by Lan and Khorne's divine battle spread outward at an astonishing speed, violently shaking the fragile barrier of the real universe and piercing deep into the Warp, alarming the terrifying beings near the Great Rift that bore an innate hatred for the radiance of order.
The Great Old Ones, along with their grotesque, madspawn kin, were stung by the intense light of order radiating from Lan.
To their frenzied consciousnesses, that light was like the most blinding torch in darkness, stirring their most primal urge for destruction.
Driven by instinct, they began to writhe and advance toward the Great Rift, toward where the light of order shone brightest, like moths flying into flames of destruction.
At the same time, the Abyssal contaminants that had followed Khorne possessed no reason, only the instinct to devour and assimilate everything.
Taking advantage of the chaos caused by Lan and Khorne's battle and the instability of the Great Rift, they began launching frenzied assaults on the blockade established by Hilling and the Imperium of Man.
"Report! A large number of high-energy anomalous signals have appeared in Sector Three! Their forms cannot be identified! The Imperium of Man fleet is engaging them! They are assaulting the Blackstone Phalanx array!"
"Report from Sector Five! Some frontline soldiers are suffering severe mental breakdowns! They report hearing incomprehensible mad whispers! There have already been heavy non-combat casualties!"
"Pressure on the defensive line is surging! Multiple nodes are requesting reinforcements! The breaches are expanding!"
Bad news flew toward the Throne of the Heavenly Blade like snowflakes, every report foretelling the danger of the defensive line collapsing.
Kesha's face darkened as she forced her gaze away from the earth-shaking divine battle in the distance.
Lan had no time to spare for anything else. Containing the spread