"There's still a chance! There's still a chance!"
Excitement returned to Lorgar's face when he heard Royst's words.
Hope blossomed across his face, instantly dispelling much of his earlier icy killing intent.
"The Webway hasn't exploded yet! There's still a chance!"
Lorgar raised his greatsword and burst forward with astonishing speed, charging toward Magnus. His strides thundered against the floor, each step leaving a cracked footprint behind.
Golden psychic energy surged around his body like flames, trailing a dazzling golden streak behind him.
"Royst! Stop Magnus!" Lorgar shouted.
"Understood, Father!"
Royst unleashed his psychic energy without hesitation, golden light surging in his palms.
The light poured out of his body and spread outward, instantly raising a golden shield around his fellow Librarians.
Like a translucent eggshell, the shield enclosed all ten of them, blocking psychic fragments and explosive shock waves coming from every direction.
Then Royst drew a deep breath and concentrated all his strength in his right hand.
A dazzling bolt of golden lightning formed in his palm, spinning there before he hurled it.
Boom!!!
The golden psychic lightning surged from Royst's palm like a spear forged from light, cutting a straight path through the air and slamming into a Thousand Sons Alpha Psyker who was closing in on Lorgar with devastating force.
The lightning erupted in a dazzling flash upon impact, illuminating the entire Hall for an instant.
Yet the Thousand Sons warrior remained unaffected by the psychic lightning.
His body merely swayed slightly when it struck. A blue, oily sheen appeared across his armor, dissipating Royst's psychic attack.
He struggled forward, advancing toward Royst one step at a time.
But the excess psychic power made his steps heavy and slow. Unstable blue flames burned in his eyes, and saliva mingled with psychic light dribbled from the corners