Light enveloped the Millennium World, washing over every planet, every inch of land, and every living being like a golden tide.
Within that light lay a power beyond life and death. Countless souls of the fallen were forcibly wrested from the clutches of Chaos. Souls that had already been swallowed by the Warp, devoured by daemons, and assimilated by Chaos energy broke free under the pull of the Golden Light. Like billions of shooting stars, they streaked across the sky and returned to Colchis beneath the radiance of the holy light.
They returned to the land they had defended with their lives, to the home they loved, and to the Primarch they believed in.
Their souls found rest in the light, becoming motes of starlight that merged into the earth of Colchis.
The grievously wounded and the dying had all their wounds healed the instant they touched the light.
Broken bones knitted back together, torn muscles regrew, and damaged organs healed.
Warriors who had been barely clinging to life, able only to wait for death in pools of blood, opened their eyes again beneath the light. Their breathing steadied, their hearts beat strongly, and they were forcibly dragged back from death's door.
Planets corrupted by Chaos, planets on the verge of being dragged into the abyss, were also held fast within reality beneath the light.
Worlds already tottering on the edge of the Warp, planets riddled with damage from the erosion of Chaos energy, were firmly anchored in the Materium by the Golden Light.
Rifts tearing through space slowly closed beneath the light. Spreading regions of corruption gradually receded as it purified them. Rampaging daemons screamed in agony beneath its rays and crumbled to ash.
"Father! It's Father!"
Amid the ruins, countless warriors of the Word Bearers felt that light.