This ends now!" Lorgar declared, raising his weapon for the final blow.
But just as the killing strike was about to land, a sudden, eerie silence fell over the battlefield. The spectral warriors, who had been locked in combat with the forces of Chaos, turned their gaze towards you. A chill ran down your spine as you realized something was amiss. The ghosts, who once ignored you, now seemed to view you as their target.
With an unearthly wail, the ghosts surged forward, their spectral forms closing in on you. Panic flared within you as you realized the sheer number of them. They moved with a singular purpose, their grave goods glowing with an ominous light.
"Dharok, Lorgar, watch out!" you shouted, trying to fend off the encroaching spirits.
Lorgar, sensing the shift in the battle, looked around in confusion. "What is happening?" he called out, his voice tinged with urgency.
Kairos, despite its grievous wounds, laughed maniacally. "You see? Even the dead obey the will of Tzeentch. You cannot stop what has already been set in motion!"