Lamentiron screeches in horrible agony as he is burned by the horrifying flames of Setesh' malign will. He falls to the ground, smoking. Astonishingly though, it seems that Lorgar, or perhaps one or more of the Four, has taken an interest in him, for the scriptures so painstakingly carved onto his armor glow with an unholy fire, enveloping the chapel in light. When it vanishes, Lamentiron has gone with it.

The chapel is suddenly silent, it's subtle systems serving to protect its occupants from the noisome distraction from the battle outside.

That silence doesn't last long. A long, slow clap fills the air.

"Oh" says a familiar voice, "Bravo."