So Jaghatai had communicated with Tzeentch after all, and Tzeentch had shown enough sincerity to prove the truth of his information to the Primarch.
The object did exist. It was something the Old Ones had left behind, and it could grant its owner one wish-a reasonably plausible wish.
Its definition of plausible was very broad. Restoring the Emperor to normal and letting him rise from the throne was, to it, a very simple and reasonable wish.
And so Jaghatai had entered the Webway and spent all this time exploring it in search of that object.
Defiance, fury, despair, hatred-countless emotions flooded Jaghatai's mind along with powerful psychic power.
With a crack, Boss Copperhead bit down hard, but he felt no flesh yield beneath his teeth. It was as though he had bitten into an iron plate. Yet even an iron plate should have shattered under that bite, given his physical strength and biting power.
When one bite failed, Boss Copperhead tried another. He had held back a little before, afraid of damaging his trophy. Now he bit down with all his strength, until even his teeth began to ache and crack.
After a grating screech, Boss Copperhead's teeth finally gave out first, and two or three snapped off.
Wincing in pain, Boss Copperhead pulled his mouth back. He looked at Jaghatai, whom he still held in his hand, trying to work out how this canned Humie had suddenly become so hard.
By now, light had enveloped Jaghatai. Threads of light wrapped around him like silk, enclosing him in a cocoon.
Boss Copperhead also felt that power pushing outward against the hand gripping Jaghatai. Heat and stinging pain spread through his hand, as though he were clutching a red-hot branding iron.
The stinging pain could not make Boss Copperhead let go.