The Eye of Terror, squeezed and steadily shrinking under the strengthened laws of reality, was now driven by the Warp storm like a maddened beast, venting its accumulated fury upon the material universe.
Countless Warp daemons that had already fled deep into the Eye of Terror were swept back once more by the violently surging currents of aether, whether they wished it or not.
Even daemon worlds, void continents, and bizarre nebulae that had sunk into the depths of the Eye of Terror were urged onward and rolled forward by the might of this Warp storm.
Like a world-ending tsunami, they tore apart planets that had just been cleansed by the laws of the material universe. The shattered remains then recombined under Warp laws, forming countless indescribable mountains of madness.
The laws within the Eye of Terror were utterly chaotic. Even the Warp, renowned for its disorder, could scarcely compare to this peculiar region wedged between two worlds.
The boundary between reality and illusion blurred once again. The power of the Warp and the laws of the material universe savagely bit at each other, trying to tear flesh from their opponent.
Even humanity on Holy Terra saw that bizarre, indistinct rift in the northwestern reaches of the galaxy suddenly flare with dazzling, chaotic radiance, as though a supernova had erupted.
Guilliman, who had remained on Terra with his clone to handle Imperial affairs, wore an incomparably grave expression.
The Inquisition and Officio Assassinorum under his command continuously delivered detailed intelligence from the Eye of Terror to his desk.
Guilliman had once been extremely optimistic about the progress of Lox and the Emperor's plan, but this sudden disaster shattered the confidence in his heart.
Intelligence indicated that after the Eye of Terror had shrunk by nearly half, it began expanding explosively