Boom!!!
Golden flames erupted in an instant, like a flower of death blooming in the void.
The Divine Emissary closest to Lorgar did not even have time to let out a full scream before the terrifying heat set his body ablaze.
Golden flames spread from the hem of his clothes to his entire body, seeped from his skin into his bones, and burned from his flesh into his soul.
He rolled on the floor, struggling and screaming, his hands frantically beating at the flames covering him, but they could not be extinguished.
Within seconds, his voice cut off abruptly. His body became a curled, charred silhouette, then scattered in the faint breeze into a heap of gray-white ashes, leaving a human-shaped mark on the floor.
"My god! Save me!"
"No! Don't kill me!"
"Spare me! Please spare me!"
After witnessing their companion's gruesome fate, the remaining divine emissaries broke down completely.
They scrambled to their knees, striking the floor with dull thuds. They pressed their palms together and their foreheads to the ground, their bodies shaking violently with fear.
Their voices were thick with tears and despair, their pleas as helpless as those of children.
They prayed to their god, begging the being they had served all their lives to save them, but there was no response. Only the golden flames answered them.
Lorgar did not stop walking.
He passed one kneeling figure after another, golden flames flowing down from his body like merciful rain, falling evenly upon every Divine Emissary.
Ignition.
Burning.
Ashes.
One after another, without mercy, without hesitation, without exception.
The divine emissaries who had once stood above everyone else, treating human lives as worthless weeds, now fell in rows like harvested wheat, turning into heaps of gray-white ashes that formed a silent, ironic tableau across the