The Sapient Machine Automaton standing beside Vulkan withdrew imdiately after completing a cursory diagnostic of the Primarch's life signs. Though the Panacea had fortified the demigod's physiology, it appeared to have triggered no imdiate aberrant mutations.
The Titan's Spear, however, was facing far more dire complications.
The once-erratic Warp-tides were being knit together into a singular, catastrophic swell through the combined sorcery of two Daemon Princes and a host of Thousand Sons sorcerers. A net of malevolent warp-energy now bound the Titan's Spear, constricting its movent.
While the chanical constructs of the Iron n possessed no souls and thus cast no reflection in the Empyrean, their physical forms were not immune to the predations of the Warp. Countless twisting runes flickered across the energy-web, their profane power beginning to corrode the ship's massive Geller Field.
With a violent discharge of energy, the Geller Field generators overtaxed and failed. The shimring aegis protecting the vessel vanished in an instant.
Bereft of its shield, the Titan's Spear did not falter. Instead, the spear-like weapon-array at its prow ignited with a blinding brilliance. Like a leviathan tearing through a trawler's net, the great ship lunged forward, dragging the tattered remnants of the sorcerous web with it.
This defiance defied the expectations of both sides. Even Magnus the Red and Ghargatuloth were caught off guard.
The machine-ship contained no living crew; its Geller Field existed primarily to prevent long-term exposure to the Warp from altering the molecular structure of the vessel's materials. Unchecked exposure often led to the chaotic fusion of tals, creating structural weaknesses that would manifest as catastrophic failures upon re-entry into realspace.
Yet, in the short term, the absence of a Geller Field posed no threat to the iron vessel. Energy flowed through its conduits, gears turned, and pumps pulsed. The ultra-high-strength alloys were themselves a manifestation of rigid physical laws, even the transformative power of the Warp required ti to erode such absolute materiality.
Shrouded in radiant light, the Titan's Spear plunged headlong into the heart of the sorcerous tide.
Seizing a sudden inspiration, Magnus channeled his full power to tear open a massive Warp rift, hurling the struggling Titan's Spear into the abyss beyond. In the depths of the Immaterium, such feats of chaotic sorcery were far simpler than in the Materium, and Magnus, as a Daemon Primarch, reached out to touch a fraction of Tzeentch's own paradoxical power.
BOOM!
As the Titan's Spear was cast sideways through the portal, a deafening, reality-shaking roar erupted.
The massive ship slamd into a vast, twisted landscape that defied all reason. It had crashed onto the blood-soaked soil of a realm utterly inimical to its chanical nature.
Nearby, a colossal figure seated upon a Throne of Brass instantly took note of the interloper. Through the veil of reality, he had looked upon these soulless machines countless tis before. His fury ignited instantaneously.
"Wretched scrap! To dare set foot within my domain... you shall feel the wrath of Khorne!"
A blood-red axe materialized from the void, swinging with world-ending force toward the gargantuan vessel pinned against the crimson earth.
CLANG!
A sudden burst of golden light erupted from within the Titan's Spear.
A deluge of golden energy surged from Vulkan's form. His silhouette vanished from the interior of the ship and manifested instantly on the exterior hull. Standing naked upon the blood-stained earth, his once-red eyes burning with a blinding, solar radiance, he raised a colossal sword of golden energy to intercept the spectral red axe.
With a single turn, he swept the golden blade through the red earth, severing the landscape itself. The Titan's Spear, freed from the mire, tumbled out of Khorne's domain.
"No! Weakling Usurper! Your cowardice knows no bounds! Feel my fury, Dark King!"
Seeing the chanical intruder escape his reach, the enraged Blood God struck out at Vulkan. A look of grim, solemn focus crossed the Primarch's face as he stepped through the dinsions, narrowly evading Khorne's strike.
A flash of golden light blinded the Blood God's gaze. When it cleared, Vulkan was gone.
Back within the Titan's Spear as it tumbled back into the Warp, a golden flare announced the Primarch's return. Vulkan reappeared, but he had fallen into a deep coma, his body broken and charred. Lingering traces of golden psychic fire had burned his flesh to a blackened ruin.
Deep within the Empyrean, a majestic presence sighed softly, as if burdened by a flicker of regret. But the emotion was swiftly discarded, and the Great Eye turned elsewhere.
Still drifting in the void, Magnus felt a ripple in the aether. Chaotic sorcery surged within him as he cast out dozens of divination spells to sweep the surrounding space, yet he found nothing.
Deep within the Warp, Tzeentch watched the unfolding chaos with satisfaction, his multi-tonal voice echoing through the impossible depths.
"The change continues. The whims of fate... how exquisite."
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Inside the Titan's Spear, now clear of the Blood God's realm, the sudden disappearance and reappearance of Vulkan, now reduced to a charred husk, imdiately triggered ergency protocols.
Another automaton approached Vulkan's ruinous, psychically-scarred body. After a rapid assessnt, it plunged another dose of Panacea into the Lord of Drakes' chest.
The golden psychic flas were extinguished as if doused by water. His flesh began a rapid, miraculous restoration. The Primarch soon regained consciousness, though he possessed no mory of the encounter. He held only a fleeting, hazy recollection of seeing the Emperor, and a sense that his Father had spoken to him with a note of lingering guilt.
Vulkan may have forgotten, but the ship had not.
Though the Titan's Spear had been pinned to the earth of Khorne's realm, its sensors and monitoring arrays had remained operational. The automaton had delayed the injection only because of the volatile energy signatures clinging to the Primarch.
Khorne's assault within his own domain had not been a physical one, but a manifestation of pure, condensed malevolence. When Vulkan had vanished, another power had risen to intercept that tidal wave of energy.
Though the recordings were blurred and distorted by extre empyrean interference, the energy monitors had completed their task. The data indicated that the power which blocked the attack was identical in nature to the energy that had scorched Vulkan's body. The collision of the two forces had been as tangible as a physical impact, leaving visible erosion patterns on the periphery of the energy arcs.
The automaton's inspection was purely to ensure that the corruption of Khorne had not taken root. Fortunately, the Blood God's influence had been purged; the golden energy had incinerated everything in its path, including Vulkan's own flesh. Had the Lord of Drakes not been recently bolstered by the Panacea, he might have been reduced to ash, forced to wait for his Perpetual nature to slowly knit him back together.
Though the Iron n did not recognize the entity Khorne or his bloody realm, the energy signature was already on record, it matched the power detected on Angron during the earlier skirmish within the Webway.
Once Vulkan's condition was confird stable, the Titan's Spear transitioned out of the Warp and into the cold reality of the Materium. Axion, having completed the data synchronization, imdiately added these new records to the collective archives.
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