"LOR!! GAR!!!"
Erda's roar erupted from the cracks in the wall. That sound was no longer a human outpouring of emotion, but a mixture of Enuncia's ancient syllables and pure rage, pent up to its absolute limit.
Her eyes burned amid the blood, and her face, which Lorgar had crushed beneath his foot, was now twisted like a demon that had crawled out of the depths of hell.
The power of Enuncia surged wildly around her, no longer requiring deliberate guidance or precise control.
At that moment, her fury itself became the most powerful catalyst, driving the power of that ancient language to its limit.
An immense force erupted from within her, like a volcano finally erupting after millions of years of suppressed pressure.
Enuncia became a tangible vortex, spreading wildly outward from Erda and sweeping everything around her—rubble, dust, even the air itself—into its embrace before violently flinging it away.
The vortex was so terrifyingly powerful that even the boundaries of the gray void groaned beneath the strain, cracks spreading in every direction like a spiderweb.
Lorgar immediately sensed something was wrong.
He neither hesitated nor lingered for another strike. The six flaming wings on his back beat sharply, propelling him high into the air and just beyond the Enuncia vortex's reach.
He hovered in midair, looking down at the space Enuncia had thrown into utter chaos, a glimmer of seriousness flashing through his golden eyes.
"Lorgar!"
Angron and Curze broke free of the strange mist at that same moment.
The assassin's blood still stained Angron's twin axes, while dark red traces lingered on Curze's Arm Blades.
They charged out of the mist with long strides, their gazes fixing on the sand-colored figure below who was unleashing that terrifying power.
Without exchanging a word or even a glance, both