Lorgar's palm was already pressed against the Giant Gate, dozens of meters tall and cast from an unknown metal that radiated a cold, ominous aura.
Golden psychic energy gathered in his palm like a tame flame. He prepared to shatter this final obstacle in the most direct way possible and confront the mastermind behind everything on the other side.
Buzz!
At that moment, an emergency transmission forced its way into his helmet's Legion command channel, which used the highest level of encryption. The source identifier read Glory of the Holy Word, a Warlord Titan.
"My lord Primarch! My deepest apologies for disturbing you! This is Gallagher, captain of the Glory of the Holy Word!" Captain Gallagher's urgent, grave voice came over the communicator, backed by the shrill alarms of instruments inside the Titan's cockpit.
"We've detected an anomalous high-energy reaction! Space around the Craftworld is undergoing violent distortion. An unprecedented psychic barrier of enormous scale is forming from multiple energy nodes across the Craftworld, attempting to create a complete spherical shield and seal all our landing forces inside!"
“Its energy level is beyond measurement! Once it closes completely, our Fleet will be cut off outside, and we'll be trapped like rats!”
Lorgar's hand abruptly froze against the gate! He jerked his head up, his gaze seeming to pierce the Temple's thick vaulted ceiling and reach the sky.
Almost as Gallagher delivered his report, Lorgar's keen psychic senses had already caught a terrifying spatial disturbance sweeping across the entire Craftworld!
An immense pillar of light, formed entirely from psychic energy, was shooting skyward from the very heart of the Temple—right behind this Giant Gate!
With that pillar as its axis, a vast, translucent psychic shield flickering with intricate runes and dazzling white light was slowly rising from the Craftworld's edges like