"I am Zagris, Argel Tal."
A voice rang out from within Argel Tal's body, seeming to come from a distant time and space, with an ethereal, echoing quality.
Zagris, the Word Bearers Librarian who had fallen in Corax's attack, had returned to Lorgar's side after death, his soul finding peace within the golden halls.
Now, Lorgar had sent him to assist Argel Tal, to continue serving the Legion in another form.
"My soul will assist you for a short time," Zagris continued, his voice firm and reassuring.
"My psychic energy, my experience, and my memories will all be shared with you. We will fight together and protect our father's body together."
As Zagris's voice faded, Shalaxi's gaze settled on Argel Tal.
She frowned, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes.
She could feel an entirely different aura radiating from the young warrior she had pierced so easily just moments before.
Within that aura, the fluctuations of several souls mingled with Lorgar's power and Zagris's psychic energy, forming a strange, powerful resonance.
"No, this is impossible..." A trace of disbelief crept into Shalaxi's voice.
She clearly remembered piercing Argel Tal's body with the Soul-Piercing Spear, clearly felt his life rapidly fading.
She had absolute confidence in her attack. The Soul-Piercing Spear wounded not only flesh but souls, and those it struck rarely survived.
But in the next instant, she could no longer dwell on that question.
A tremendous force erupted from Argel Tal's body amid the golden light. His fist, wreathed in golden psychic energy, smashed into Shalaxi's chest like a meteor.
The force sent Shalaxi flying backward like a kite with its string cut. She slammed into the wall with a dull crash.
Golden psychic energy poured from Argel Tal's body. It was the reaction produced when one ten-thousandth of