Bona fell to one side, staring in horror at the spot where Angron had just stood.
That entire area had vanished. Even the mindscape had been torn apart.
He looked toward the attackers. In the distance, the gray-white Legiones Astartes began to advance, while the enormous, mysterious Titan adjusted its firing angle.
Bona recognized it almost instantly. It was a Psi-Titan of the Omen Convent.
To most soldiers of the Imperium, the mightiest forces they could imagine were perhaps the Emperor's Angels, the Emperor's Baneblade, or a God-Machine Titan.
Only those with an intimate understanding of the Imperium's military strength could gain access to the secret that was the Omen Convent.
If every fallen Emperor-class Titan was a loss the Adeptus Mechanicus felt in its very marrow, then even sacrificing an entire sector was preferable to allowing anything to happen to a single Psi-Titan.
What baffled Bona, however, was that this Psi-Titan was the Spear of Phallna, which had been destroyed long ago during the Great Crusade. This thing should have been wrecked ages ago.
Before he could dwell on it, the Psi-Titan hummed again. Its soul-deep aura of dread made Bona's steps grow slightly sluggish.
The next instant, a Bolt shot toward him, passing straight through the psychic shield before him and striking his flesh.
Bona immediately felt the damage to his soul. The searing pain seemed to rise from his marrow, stabbing through every nerve.
In an instant, Bona understood what kind of attackers he was facing.
Untouchables.
What he could not understand was why Untouchables had appeared in Angron's mindscape. This clearly did not resemble a defensive mechanism of Angron's consciousness.
Bona wanted to force his way out, but he feared that doing so might inflict irreversible damage on Angron's soul.
"Angron, are you still there?!" Bona