"You're excited, Lorgar."
Erda's voice came from the void, as cold and clear as a chilled blade scraping across ice.
She hovered in midair, the hem of her sand-colored robe drifting slowly in invisible currents, her long hair spreading behind her shoulders like waterweed.
Her gaze crossed the distance between them and settled on Lorgar's eyes, blazing with golden flames, as though she were studying a soul both familiar and strange.
"Does fighting your own brothers make you happy?"
As her words fell, the power of Enuncia poured from her mouth like a tide.
Each ancient, obscure syllable seemed to carry enough weight to contend with reality itself. They vibrated, intertwined, and took shape in the air, becoming countless lethal attacks.
Invisible blades, twisting gravity vortices, energy spikes condensed from the void...
Countless attacks rained down on Lorgar.
Lorgar did not retreat.
He raised both pistols. The one in his left hand, glowing with a spectral blue light, spat golden rounds condensed from his own psychic energy, each trailing a brilliant wake like a meteor flying in reverse.
The pistol in his right hand, gleaming dark red, fired an entirely different kind of ammunition: bullets formed from miniature black holes. Rather than emitting light, they devoured the light around them, leaving dark trails through the void like scars.
The golden psychic rounds and black hole bullets wove an impenetrable web of fire before Lorgar, meeting Erda's Enuncia attacks head-on.
Boom! Hiss! Hum!
The transparent blades of Enuncia struck the golden rounds, producing shrill sounds like metal being torn apart.
The gravity vortices met the black hole bullets, the two space-warping forces tangling together and canceling each other out, bursting into rings of visible ripples in the air.
The energy spikes were intercepted by the psychic barrage, exploding into countless scattered