Sothaviel began to panic.
Its body, formed from pure Warp energy, trembled violently in the void. Its edges began to visibly unravel, like smoke wavering in the wind, ready to dissipate completely at any moment.
Its countless eyes rolled frantically in their sockets, filled with terror and despair.
It had never encountered anything like this, never faced an opponent against whom it was so helpless.
It unleashed one disruption of time and space after another, trying to place obstacles in Lorgar's path, trying to halt his advance with those distortions.
But with its power all but exhausted, those disruptions could only affect small areas.
They could only create tiny, fleeting ripples in time and space around Lorgar, like a pebble tossed into a raging river, raising an insignificant ring of ripples before the torrent swallowed them.
Now, it could no longer stop Lorgar at all.
The Stars were shattering.
The Stars Sothaviel had used to construct the Labyrinth's temporal and spatial framework were dimming one after another, like candles snuffed out by an unseen hand.
Those star systems twisted, tore apart, and disintegrated in the void, scattering countless fragments in every direction. They traced bright streaks through the darkness, like the final struggles of the dying.
The Labyrinth, as vast as a star cluster, was dissolving before Lorgar's eyes. Its meticulously constructed temporal and spatial structures were collapsing, its twisted chains of causality snapping, its manipulated timelines returning to their natural flow.
The entire Labyrinth was sliding irreversibly toward destruction, like a Palace stripped of its foundations, collapsing section by section.
Almost... almost... almost...
Lorgar repeated the words silently, his gaze fixed on the ever-brightening rift ahead.
His six golden wings beat with all their strength behind him. Each beat drove his speed to new heights, sending him streaking through