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For a moment, Valentus was stunned, as he saw a mutant returned to their human form in mere moments. It was a miracle, an impossibility, an act with no precedent. For just a single instant, the fact that he saw such an impossible feat performed before his very own eyes was enough to stun him. Just for a second, the blink of an eye.

Then he was back on track. After all, not even the God Emperor could truly save those that had been touched by the Warp. The body could be healed, the warp energies nullified. But the mark of the Ruinous Powers, implanted deep into the mind, could never be removed. They were but broken shadows of their former selves, their thoughts and minds shattered, crushed. They were more beast than human, twisted not simply physically, but in a far more profane manner. There was but one method for such beasts to attain any form of peace, of salvation. They could not be cleansed with kindness, nor with technology. They could be cleansed only with.... fire.

Flames sparked from Valentus' hands, as a massive white inferno flowed around him. White-hot beams of molten death shot out from him, waves of liquid fire rippling out from his every gesture. Stone was reduced to magma, steel molten down in instants, flesh and bone reduced to mere ashes and spread through the wind. Those beasts that fought their way through the relentless assault of pyrokinesis found themselves faced with the graceful dance of the Daemonhammer, it's circular swings perfectly timed and manoeuvred, each blow completely annihilating the target. A bastion of flaming death, he marched forward, the soldiers covering his flank as he annihilated every single drop of heresy he encountered.

Reaching the Xenos, he burned the purified along with the tainted, knowing that any sanity they might be lent was but a temporary refuge, a false shelter set up by the hands of deceit. He would normally have simply exterminated the xenos, but he had no time to do so. In desperate times even xenos formed allies of convenience, and these xenos had been wise enough to ally themselves to the superior human authorities. "Lay down your staves, and surrender yourselves. I know not whether you are agents of deceit, or mere victims of the deceiver, but I will sort you when my task is done. Should I sense even a single drop of power from you, I will not hesitate to cleanse you myself." His tone of voice made evident what his idea of 'cleansing' would entail.