Vulkan stared at everything before him in horror.
The phantoms were endless. Like Corax, they emerged from the shadows and launched death charges at the Orks.
Their reach kept spreading, threatening to engulf the entire planet. Fighting raged everywhere, completely negating the Orks' numerical advantage.
Pluto was being destroyed by scattered points of red.
With so little time, Evan had learned only this one move.
He had delved into his essence.
Lightning bolts were simple, but Evan would need a long time to learn them. The Legion of Lost Souls was difficult, but the Lord of the Red River barely needed to learn it at all.
One fell, another took his place. That was all.
I need not be the one to achieve victory, but I would surely play my part in it.
Boomblasta's mech had lost all support from the Mekboys repairing it. Endless phantoms surged toward it.
Vulkan immediately charged. Destruction Tremor was coated in the Fire of Cutting, its power a hundred times greater than a Disintegration Field.
Evan charged forward just as furiously, fighting with savage abandon. While the enemy focused most of its attention on its old opponent, Vulkan, Evan rushed up behind the Primarch.
The towering Primarch shielded him as Evan's body gradually turned ethereal. A faint red spread from his heart across his entire body, turning him into a crimson phantom just like the countless thousands around him.
He roared, "Follow me!"
Countless phantoms followed him into a mass charge.
Now, the tables had turned!
Vulkan felt a sudden heat behind him. Evan leaped up and planted a foot on the Lord of Drakes' broad shoulder.
Even I, Evan, finally got my moment!
He sprang high into the air, landing on Boomblasta's mech while the Ork's weapon swung at Destruction Tremor with