As the saying went, enemies' eyes burned red when they met. The Avatar of Khaine, whose fury had already been provoked to the limit by the Laughing God, began swelling once more, becoming ever more fierce and blazing.
Under the horrified gazes of countless daemons, human observers, and Aeldari, the Avatar of Khaine's already enormous body began expanding wildly in a manner that defied every law of physics.
It seemed to become a Titan giant capable of splitting heaven and earth, growing larger than many battle planets in an instant.
The crimson flames burning around it spread like a supernova explosion, dyeing vast stretches of void into a scarlet hell. The Wailing Doom expanded in proportion as well, unleashing a torrent of energy as vast and surging as a galaxy.
"Die!!!"
There were no elaborate moves, no refined techniques—only the most primal, violent, and absolute outpouring of power!
The Avatar of Khaine had expanded until it could grasp planets in one hand. Clutching the Wailing Doom with both hands, it simply swept its blade across the overwhelming Chaos daemon host before it, numerous enough to flood the Cadia Sector.
The might of that stroke could not be described even by one ten-thousandth in words.
Where its edge passed, space itself was brutally plowed open, leaving behind a black chasm stretching across several light-years.
Anything standing in the path of that attack—whether Khorne's Bloodthirster fleets, Tzeentch's Ark of Deceit, Nurgle's plague legions, or Slaanesh's fleets of ecstasy—was instantly annihilated into nothingness.
The stroke ignored their heavy armor, warped psychic shields, and bizarre powers of regeneration, erasing them directly at the conceptual level.
With one sword stroke, a fan-shaped region of space extending light-years toward the Eye of Terror was swept clean. Nothing remained.
The space that had once been densely packed