The orb of light became a blaze, like an angry star falling from the highest heavens, and hurtled straight down toward the buildings.
The golden light blazed a dazzling trail through the air, tearing apart all the dense fog and the taint of Chaos in its path. With unstoppable force, it struck the exact center of the black building.
In an instant, golden flames surged outward like an unleashed flood, engulfing every corner of the building.
The black stone cracked with piercing reports beneath the searing golden flames. Countless fine fissures spread across its surface before it broke apart piece by piece, flaking away and turning to ash.
The building's twisted silhouette gradually collapsed in the flames. Before the golden blaze, its dark green glow vanished instantly like thin ice meeting fire, leaving not even a trace behind.
Eugene stood in the deepest part of the building, before an altar built from bones and obsidian.
The power of Chaos had corroded his body beyond recognition. Large swathes of his skin had dissolved, exposing dark red muscle and writhing blood vessels beneath. His spine protruded from his back in a row of twisted bone spurs, and his eyes had become two murky hollows glowing green.
He struggled amid the golden blaze, his body twisting and convulsing as the flames burned him, letting out one inhuman howl after another.
Those howls mingled pain, rage, and despair, growing steadily weaker beneath the roar of the flames until they vanished altogether.
His body slowly curled up and charred in the golden fire, finally becoming a heap of gray-white ash scattered through the burning ruins.
Lorgar withdrew his weapon and slid the greatsword back into the scabbard on his back.
He took one last look at the burning building, at the walls and pillars collapsing