It seemed as though the combatants had swollen to enormous
proportions, like the giants they were in the myths and legends.
The Wolf King’s frostblade struck at Magnus, but his golden axe
turned the blow aside as they spun and twisted in an epic battle
beneath the madness of a blazing storm of sheet lightning and
pounding thunder. This was a battle fought on every level: physical,
mental and spiritual, with each primarch bending every
ounce of their almost limitless power to the other’s destruction.
In an instant, the pyrotechnic cascade of light and fire was extinguished
and a stunning silence swept outwards. All motion
ceased, and the titans battling on the causeway were no more,
each primarch now restored to his customary stature.
Magnus’ stature had always been one of variable proportions,
but his rage had made him huge.