As Brevis began to fade away, Lynn knew he had to do something.
Separated by a spatial rift that Warp layer and the material universe, the fusion of Rena's will has been completed.
The Avatar of Domination, towering 150 meters tall, hovered silently in the Chaos Warp turbulence, overlooking the apocalyptic scene unfolding in the material world.
Lynn did not covet the governorship bestowed upon him by the Imperium.
But Brevis is far more than just a name that symbolizes status.
Toothy, the Orks Gretchin who struggled to survive at the very bottom of society and, under his own subtle influence, developed a great deal of complex human emotions.
Gus, a tough soldier who broke free from the shackles of past humiliation and took on the heavy responsibility of a general.
Leo is a descendant of the St. Garus Family, a family known for its strong sense of loyalty and adherence to its core principles.
Sorine, Inquisitor whose stance wavers, yet who is willing to reach a secret understanding with herself.
There's also Doudou and the remaining members of the Hokage Clan, not to mention the Butcher who had been by his side in the dark underbelly of Necromunda.
These friends and loyal subordinates are all still trapped on that dying planet.
Beyond the bonds between people, Brevis is also the core foundation that Lynn and Rena have painstakingly built up to this day.
The planet's icy plains conceal a massive military reserve of the Tyranids.
Countless gene cultivation chambers, biological laboratories, and Tyranids sub-consciousness nodes scattered throughout the entire planet.
All the resources and strategic planning accumulated over the years through countless bloody battles have taken root here.
For both emotional and rational reasons, he absolutely could not stand by and watch Brevis turn into cosmic dust.
A heavy resolve settled in Lynn's mind.
He must intervene in the Realspace and try to avert this catastrophe.
Behind the enormous Avatar of Domination, three pairs of thorny chitinous wings trembled violently, carrying with them a surging and overwhelming power of Domination.
Lynn charged headlong into the spatial rift that connected to the real world.
But the moment the avatar's body touched the boundary barrier between the Warp and the material world, an irresistible force of repulsion suddenly erupted.
The purple light-forged body trembled and shook violently, and large pieces of purple light flakes continuously scattered and peeled off its outer shell.
No matter how Lynn urged his Domination forward, squeezing and colliding.
That invisible barrier of laws always stood in front of him, firmly isolating him within the Warp realm.
He and Brevis were separated by only a thin spatial rift, so close yet so far, but it felt as if they were separated by an entire starry sea, completely unable to step into reality.
At that moment, Lynn instantly realized the truth.
Even for a powerful Greater Daemon, descending into the material universe is never a matter of whim.
They must rely on spatial rifts in the mortal world, or on evil rituals performed by mortal sacrifices.
One must also possess a physical vessel capable of withstanding Chaos energy as an anchor point in order to project a portion of one's power into the material dimension.
Even though I have now awakened the complete source of Domination and my power level is comparable to that of a lesser Chaos God, I am still essentially a conceptual entity born from the Warp.
Lacking the support of a real-world anchor, the laws of the material universe instinctively reject his existence; it is impossible to set foot on Brevis's land by brute force alone.
The Ritual of Annihilation continued unabated, Brevis's decline intensified every second, leaving Lynn with very little time to devise a solution.
A torrent of thoughts raced through his mind, one plan after another was deduced and rejected, until a conventional approach finally surfaced in his head.
He mobilized Domination control over the system and contacted Toothy.
At this moment, on the edge of the Brevis battlefield, Toothy was in dire straits, on the verge of death.
That giant, imposing rock-and-roll mech that had accompanied him through countless battles in the Dead World A.
It had long since disintegrated under the influence of the Psychic Power Mist emanating from the Ritual of Annihilation, and its metal components were melted by the Chaos energy, turning into a pile of useless scrap metal.
The Orks race is born with remarkable Psychic Power resistance and has a tolerance for Warp damage far exceeding that of ordinary mortals.
Resistance does not equate to complete immunity.
The power emanating from Tzeentch's god-slaying sorcery was like a never-ending corrosive tide, relentlessly gnawing at his body.
Everything in the surrounding world was collapsing and disintegrating.
The Hokage Clan boy, Doudou, who had charged to this place with him, along with the demons he had summoned to help him, were all swallowed up by the dark blue Psychic Power Mist, leaving not even a trace behind.
Looking around, he was all alone on the shattered earth, barely clinging to life.
When that familiar voice, carrying a faint divine pressure, pierced through time and space and resounded deep within his soul.
On the verge of despair, Toothy shuddered violently.
"Boss...?"