As Nyarlathotep forcibly took Puni away, the Abyssal rift completely collapsed.
Terrifying figures radiating an air of despair descended one after another, freezing the atmosphere on the battlefield to its limit.
Yet these ancient gods corrupted by the Abyss did not make the primarchs and warriors on the ground their first target.
Their eyes, filled with madness and emptiness, all locked onto Ghroth, which was still spreading the "Calamity Overture" through the sky—this "alarm clock" was a threat that had to be eliminated first.
Some of the gods, twisted in form as if made of blasphemous instruments, let out soul-rending shrieks and transformed into warped streaks of light, charging fearlessly at Ghroth!
They swung their limbs and played insane melodies, bombarding that enormous rusted eye with savage force.
Space groaned under the collisions. The rings of steel around Ghroth erupted with blinding sparks, and the ethereal Celestial Voice showed obvious disruption and static for the first time.
Their goal was clear: even if they could not destroy Ghroth, they would delay the spread of its sound as much as possible and force it into silence.
Meanwhile, the other gods, those closer to humanoid in shape, turned their gaze toward the most conspicuous "anomalies" on the battlefield besides themselves—Lan, who radiated the pure Glory of order, and the heavily wounded Luke at his side.
An instinctive rejection and hostility born from the Abyss drove them to attack Lan.
Tzeentch was initially stunned by Nyarlathotep's appearance, but when he saw so many Abyssal gods descend, an even greater ambition flashed through his eyes.
He cunningly retreated, widening the distance between himself and Lan.
The restless Abyssal power within him seemed to make the newly arrived gods regard him as some kind of "kin," or at least they showed no direct hostility toward