"Break!!!"
"OPEN!!!!"
Lorgar's roar drowned out the savage shriek of Warp energy, the groaning of the ship's structure as it approached its limits, and even the scream of his own soul beneath the crushing pressure.
The muscles in his arms bulged. His golden psychic energy was no longer mere light, but had become almost tangible, blazing liquid fire that erupted from every pore and gathered into two mighty golden torrents, slamming into the wall of surging energy bearing down on him!
Like the prophet who parted the Red Sea in myth, Lorgar made himself the fulcrum, his burning will and psychic energy the lever, and forced a gap open where none should have been possible!
The golden psychic torrents collided violently with the deep-blue tide of Chaos, tearing a narrow, desperately unstable passage through the destructive turbulence!
The passage was so fragile that the churning Warp energy around it seemed like jaws ready to snap shut at any moment. It battered and eroded the golden psychic energy forming its walls, scattering a skyful of annihilating sparks.
The Sacred Fury, that immense Battle Barge, was now little more than a skiff amid a raging sea. "Lifted" by Lorgar's own psychic energy, it struggled through this forcibly opened corridor of death.
The hull shuddered, lurched, and spun in bizarre ways it never had before. Its metal keel groaned beneath the unbearable strain like a dying beast.
Every impact, every wash of turbulent energy, sent a violent tremor through Lorgar's body. His face grew visibly paler, and blood even began to seep around the edges of his golden eyes.
Yet he stood in the center of the Bridge like an iron anchor nailed to the deck, arms extended, holding that passage open as psychic energy poured from him like floodwater through opened gates