Golden flames became heavenly fire, crashing down upon Kasara's planet-sized body like divine punishment.
It was pure psychic fire born from the depths of the soul, faith made manifest at its utmost intensity, the power of judgment Lorgar wielded as the Primarch of the Word Bearers, as a son of the Emperor, and as a guardian of humanity.
The golden flames traced countless brilliant trails through the twisted void of the Warp, like lances of light hurled down by a god from the heavens. With unstoppable force, they pierced the overlapping veils of Chaos, the surging psychic energy surrounding Kasara, and the armor woven from countless suffering souls, striking its immense body with unerring precision.
The heavenly fire fell as thickly as raindrops.
When the first drop struck Kasara's body, it hissed like a hot iron plunged into cold water. Golden flames spread from the point of contact, burning a charred pit into its slick, dark green skin.
Then came the second drop, the third, the tenth, the hundredth...
Countless trillions of golden sparks poured down like a torrential storm onto Kasara's planet-sized body, gradually setting it ablaze from one end to the other.
Once the flames made contact, they never went out.
They spread, seeped, and burned across Kasara's body, reducing twisted growths and raised layers of keratin to ash, vaporizing writhing tentacles and the filth spewing from its fissures, and annihilating the parasitic Warp creatures crawling over its skin.
Kasara howled in agony.
The sound echoed through the Warp, sending the surrounding Chaos energies into violent turmoil, like a colossal beast pierced by ten thousand arrows thrashing in its death throes.
Its body rolled and twisted in the void as it tried to extinguish the golden flames, but every roll only spread them faster, and every twist exposed