Ahriman struck first.
His body was instantly enveloped in a rich blue glow of psychic energy, which flowed over his armor like a second skin made of pure energy.
His hands formed a complex sign before him as he chanted ancient incantations, gathering all his psychic energy between his palms to unleash a blast powerful enough to punch through an Emperor-class Titan.
At the same time, Ahriman readied his psychic energy to seize control of Lorgar's mind, attempting to slow his thoughts.
Yet Lorgar did not even spare Ahriman a proper glance.
His gaze remained fixed on Magnus, his steps continued forward, and his right hand still gripped the hilt of the Greatsword. He merely raised his left hand casually, then clenched it into a fist.
Then he threw a punch.
It looked utterly ordinary, without dazzling psychic effects or earth-shaking fanfare. It was nothing more than a simple, direct straight punch.
But the Golden Psychic Energy gathered around that fist erupted with the heat and pressure of a stellar core the instant it touched Ahriman's chest.
BOOM!!!
Ahriman's body was struck as though by an invisible sledgehammer. His chest caved inward under the force of the punch, his armor shattered into countless fragments at the point of impact, and the immense kinetic force hurled him backward.
Like a shell fired from a cannon, his body smashed through the first wall, then the second, then the third...
After smashing through more than a dozen walls reinforced with strengthened metal and psychic runes, his body finally came to rest amid the ruins, buried beneath rubble and debris.
Amon's pupils contracted at the sight.
Rather than meet Lorgar head-on, he used his psychic advantages to attempt a surprise attack from the flank.
His body moved swiftly through the shadows, silently circling around