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Deep within the lower decks of Macragge's Honour, the fighting had torn the steel bulkheads beyond recognition.
Golden flames and blue psychic light clashed and intertwined, surging back and forth through the dark corridors like two utterly different faiths wrestling on a battlefield of flesh and metal.
Ouroboros hovered in the shadows at the edge of the battlefield, its form half-hidden in the glow where the Warp overlapped with reality. Flowing runes dripped constantly from the edges of its blue wings.
It held a Psychic Crystal in one hand. Blurred, distorted images appeared across its surface—countless fragments of the battle on the lower decks, each facet recording a different corner, a different struggle.
Ouroboros's gaze lingered on one image for a moment.
Within it, the Word Bearers Company Captain raised his Power Hammer and smashed a Chaos Spawn apart, sending golden flames sweeping outward like a flood.
The Word Bearers advanced at an astonishing pace. Their Chainswords roared through daemonic flesh, and their Bolters thundered without pause, forcing the daemons back down the corridors step by step.
Ouroboros narrowed its eyes slightly, complex lights shifting within those pupil-less blue eyes.
"Mobius, are you sure you won't stop them?" Its voice drifted as though from the surface of some distant water, carrying a ripple of displeasure.
"These Space Marines called the Word Bearers carry a nauseating aura. Their arrival is changing the course of the battle," Ouroboros said slowly.
Its fingers gently stroked the enormous eye atop its staff, its gaze remaining fixed on the golden figures within the crystal's images.
Hidden within the blue hurricane, Mobius used a psychic illusion to conceal himself as he watched Guilliman, casually answering Ouroboros all the while.
His psychic