Dido surged out of the rubble again, becoming a bolt of pure lightning that tore through the lingering dust. Its psychic blade, wreathed in violet-white electricity, pointed straight at Lorgar.
The strike carried all its fury and murderous intent, moving faster than the eye could register.
Lorgar did not retreat.
He stood his ground, even lowering his center of gravity slightly.
Faced with that destructive bolt of lightning, he made one simple movement.
He turned the Greatsword in his hands point-down and drove it into the scorched earth beneath his feet.
Boom!
Golden flames erupted skyward around him.
The instant they rose, the flames began spinning and expanding at tremendous speed, forming a raging firestorm that spanned heaven and earth.
Golden tongues of fire danced wildly, devouring the air and instantly reducing everything they touched to searing liquid or insubstantial ash.
Inside the storm, the heat was so intense that the very concept of temperature warped, and light refracted into bizarre rainbows.
The lightning that Dido had become plunged headlong into this all-consuming golden storm without the slightest hesitation or loss of speed.
The moment it entered, everything changed.
Within the storm, psychic turbulence and the purifying power of pure flame tore at one another, annihilating and regenerating, producing a terrifying shearing force beyond imagination.
That force began pulverizing everything around it indiscriminately.
The mountain-sized wrecks of Titans and the broken hulls of warships as vast as islands gave off teeth-grating metallic groans as an invisible force dragged them off the ground and swept them into the golden vortex.
They tumbled, collided, and disintegrated within it. Under the combined assault of heat and psychic energy, enormous metal components melted into red-hot iron, then were hurled out of the storm like a devastating meteor shower.
"BOOM!!!"
The wreck of a warship