The scene shifted back to a few minutes before the Titan Legion's drop.
Lorgar Aurelian, Primarch of the Word Bearers, was leading his finest troops and Hercules like a dagger through the Craftworld's central wraithbone passages, advancing rapidly toward the temple district where Supreme Farseer Xinaniels awaited.
Their objective was to execute the most classic decapitation strike and eliminate the source of this war.
However, the Aeldari had clearly anticipated this. In a relatively open circular plaza before the final, magnificent wraithbone arch leading to the Temple, Lorgar's assault squad met resistance of unprecedented ferocity.
Blocking their path were no ordinary Aeldari militia or warriors, but a defensive formation of truly extravagant strength, composed of the genuine Elite of Aeldari society.
Five bishops clad in ornate ceremonial robes and wielding long blades or Staffs stood alongside three Aeldari Farseers whose auras were even more profound. They spread out in a fan, powerful psychic fluctuations gathering around them and distorting the surrounding air.
This was almost the strongest lineup of psykers the Craftworld could muster, its final trump card committed to protecting the Farseer!
"Arrogant fledgling god of humanity! Your advance ends here and now!"
The Warrior Priest at their head slammed his Staff into the ground, sending a powerful psychic shock wave surging toward Lorgar like a tsunami!
The other psykers behind him began chanting at the same time, preparing to unleash a devastating joint psychic ritual.
Faced with a psychic torrent capable of annihilating an entire company of Space Marines in an instant, Lorgar's response was simple, direct, and filled with utter contempt.
He did not even adopt a defensive stance. He merely stepped forward!
When the immense psychic onslaught touched the stellar heat of the Primarch's aura naturally radiating around Lorgar, it shattered like a wave crashing against