Blue psychic energy enveloped the space ahead of the warship. It had appeared without warning in the emptiness of the Warp before the Divine Wrath, beginning as a ripple before swelling at a speed that defied the laws of physics.
At last, it became an all-engulfing surge of energy, like the destructive waves at the universe's birth, or the icy breath of some indescribable being, rushing toward the warship!
Wherever it passed, the Warp's chaotic, kaleidoscopic colors were forcibly assimilated and devoured, leaving only an all-consuming, soul-freezing expanse of deep blue.
"It's here!"
Lorgar's pupils abruptly contracted. Brilliant golden light burst from the depths of his eyes, like two miniature stars igniting.
He needed no instruments to confirm it. His intuition as a psyker and his superhuman perceptions as a Primarch had already detected that overwhelming malice and immense power.
It was the power of Chaos, the power of the Lord of Change's servants.
Without a moment's hesitation, Lorgar sprang to his feet. His immense psychic energy was no longer restrained, but erupted from his towering body like a flood bursting through a dam!
Golden radiance, carrying an inviolable will of order, spread in an instant, attempting to build a sturdy psychic shield around the warship.
That radiance had dispelled the gloom of realspace, soothed mortal fears, and cleansed whispers and corruption.
But this was the Warp.
The laws of realspace lay shattered here, and physical barriers were as fragile as paper.
Lorgar's vast psychic energy, sufficient to move mountains and fill seas in the material world, was now little more than a lone boat amid raging waves, a tiny candle flame in boundless darkness, within this limitless realm of Chaos incarnate.
The golden shield had barely formed before the deep-blue psychic surge slammed into it!
There was no earth-shattering