Elsewhere, the battle between the Primarchs was nearing its end.
More precisely, Magnus was beating them senseless.
Guilliman's Armour of Fate had been damaged and was leaking gas. A patch of his hair had been scorched, and ice crystals were beginning to form.
Horus fared slightly better. A better fighter than Guilliman, he had not taken quite such a beating, but his face was still covered in bruises.
Already possessed of immense psyker power, Magnus had unleashed his full potential after falling into the embrace of Chaos.
"My foolish brothers."
"You are still too weak to understand true strength."
Magnus grinned viciously.
Just then, the long-dormant Webway gate suddenly rippled.
A figure stepped through it.
Bona's white robes were now somewhat torn, and even stained with copious amounts of blood.
The Chainsword in his hand was coated in daemon blood, while blood running down his arm dripped onto it.
Magnus suddenly felt an overwhelming terror. He looked at the small figure and could not help screaming in fear.
The surrounding sorcerers of Tzeentch seemed to have seen something terrifying and collapsed to the ground, wailing.
"No, impossible!"
He abandoned his attack on his gene-brothers and began swinging his Staff instead.
Vast amounts of psyker power surged as Magnus hurled much of his strength at Bona.
The might of the Empyrean poured down from the Warp, making Magnus even stronger in the blink of an eye.
Bona merely stared fixedly at Magnus, his eyes turning pitch-black.
Magnus let out an agonized scream as energy from the Empyrean streamed out of his eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth.
While Guilliman and Horus were still wondering what had happened, they suddenly felt the ground shake. Then the surface of Luna began to tremble.
Enormous fissures opened in the ground and rapidly widened into vast