The war between the Emperor and Khorne had long surpassed the limits of mortal comprehension.
The two great beings—one the master of the mindless throne of slaughter, a Warp god symbolizing war, blood, and killing; the other the lord of humanity who had suppressed the Dark King, master of corruption and destruction, and forcibly incorporated it into the Trinity system.
Though the Emperor had not taken the Throne of Chaos, empowered by the God-Emperor and the Dark King, he was not without the strength to wage war even against the Blood God, famed for his martial might.
An endless ocean of golden flames, composed of pure human faith, sacrificial spirit, and the power to end death, frantically ground and collided within the Warp against an equally boundless crimson sea of blood, built from the rage and bloodlust of billions upon billions of living beings.
The Warp was torn apart again and again, then forcibly mended. The concept of time became blurred and chaotic.
This was the ultimate clash of will against will, concept against concept, divinity against divinity.
The Emperor and Khorne, hacking at each other with their swords, were the embodied projections of this metaphysical war.
Khorne had already fallen into complete madness. The Emperor was the only enemy with both the strength and willingness to confront him head-on.
Tzeentch and Slaanesh would never clash with him directly, while the slower Nurgle was so repulsive that even Khorne despised him.
The instant Angron looked up, an indescribably majestic and imposing will from the heart of that terrifying battlefield precisely cast its gaze upon him.
It was the Emperor.
The Emperor's will did not harm Angron. Instead, it prevented the Blood God from once more corrupting Angron's hard-won independent will.
That will was like the strongest dam, instantly rising between