The psychic tsunami unleashed by Supreme Seer Xinaniels surged like an angry tide linked to the entire sea of stars, each wave higher than the last, relentlessly battering the golden shield Lorgar had formed from his own psychic energy.
Fine cracks raced across the shield's surface like a spiderweb, accompanied by a teeth-grating groan.
Lorgar's arms shook violently under unimaginable pressure. The wraithbone floor beneath his feet had long since buckled, sinking into an ever-widening crater. Every collision of energy felt as though his soul were being tortured by a thousand blades.
"We can't keep this up!" Lorgar forced the words through clenched teeth, his voice carrying unprecedented urgency.
"Her power is linked to this Craftworld itself. It's almost inexhaustible! She'll wear us down until we die here!"
Under extreme pressure, his mind worked faster than ever before, his piercing gaze sweeping across the battlefield.
Suddenly, his eyes fixed on the Temple's towering dome.
His earlier fierce battle with the Avatar of Khaine, followed by the terrifying shock wave from the collision of two divine energies, had left the dozens of massive wraithbone pillars supporting the dome riddled with cracks. Huge decorative wraithbone carvings and fragments of the dome, weighing tens of thousands of tonnes, teetered overhead, threatening to collapse at any moment and bury everything below!
An extraordinarily risky, almost insane tactic took shape in his mind in an instant!
"Angron! Hercules! Khârn! Everyone at the back who can still move! Listen to my orders!" Lorgar's thunderous roar cut through the crashing psychic energies and rang clearly through every warrior's communicator.
"I need you to use every means you have to hold out in this psychic torrent for at least one second after I drop the shield! Just one second! Do you understand?!"
It was nothing short of a