The Dark King smiled scornfully at the identical version of himself before him.
"Heh. I was just wondering how to deal with you. Now I can kill two birds with one stone."
"Not necessarily, you bastard," the Emperor roared.
The Emperor swung the Emperor's Sword, parrying the massive black blade, then swept his hand forward and sent flames capable of burning away all impurity toward the Dark King.
In an instant, searing golden flames intertwined with icy black lightning. Their tremendous power stirred towering waves in the Warp, shattering the Warp Daemons that had lost the protection of the Four Gods amid their despair.
But after several exchanges, visible darkness began ravenously devouring the light. Vast swathes of stars sank into silent darkness, and the Sea of Souls was relentlessly eroded by the power of destruction until it fell utterly lifeless.
Bona rose once more.
His entire body began to burn fiercely. The Sword of Hope took shape in his hand again, and dazzling light bloomed once more.
"My duty is my purpose."
Bona murmured, then drew his left hand across the blade, spilling his blood over it.
The next moment, he turned himself into a cannonball.
As he burned, the strength accumulated by countless living beings across the universe over millions of years erupted with immense power, instantly illuminating almost every corner of the Warp.
His fading senses sharpened again, allowing him to see for thousands of miles.
His shattered body began to flourish with new life.
His enfeebled frame regained strength enough to lift mountains.
His faltering speed returned, swift enough to chase the Sun across a thousand miles.
His vanishing will shone upon the world once more.
The Dark King had already sensed the lethal strike approaching. He let out a furious howl, drove the Emperor back