"This is the Ever Changing Orb," Kazreth said with a faint smile, his tone carrying a hint of pride. "A treasure I possess."
He watched them calmly as the shifting object continued to morph endlessly in the air above them.
"Even though it is impossible to truly restrain beings like you, this artifact is more than sufficient to contain the four of you for a short period of time," he continued. "A few minutes is all I need."
His gaze turned toward the distant direction of the Ascension Tunnel.
"That is enough for me to reach the source of that power and leave this universe."
"This is bad," the first Primarch murmured, his voice low and heavy as he turned toward the other three. The usual calm confidence that defined beings of their level had faded, replaced by a rare seriousness that spoke volumes about the situation they were in.
