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The flames and molten air that washed out over the vicinity from Valentus seemed to split like a river in from of the chaotic emissary of the void that was formerly, a vampire. Rex was there too. Mithias may have been out of his mind, possibly dead inside a walking body, but his pyrokinesis was still fully functional and stronger than ever before. He spoke not a word in reply to Rex, but his intent was clear. Valentus was doomed. One titanium blade hung loosely in the vampire's left hand, a trail of wet blood steamed on the ground behind him. He didn't need to bother with the Grey Knight's armor or size, because he would break the being's mind. Fire couldn't touch him, and Mithias even weakened had the speed to dodge a giant hammer. What defense did the mighty Valentus have left? Some distant god? Some laughable facade of hope? No. This planet, hell this universe, was doomed. 

Monsters began to rise up out of the smoke and death in the background behind Mithias, yet the knight's continual flames and aura of presence kept them at bay. Visibly he struggled to maintain his faith as Mithias got closer and closer. No psychic attacks worked on the blank, dead mind that stood before him, for the vampire was already broken. Mithias focused, working to crack the mental armor of his enemy. All of Valentus' fears were returning to his consciousness, visions of wartorn worlds, dead allies, a vision of his dear emperor threatened by encroaching chaos. "You will die. You will fail. All is lost. Order is damned. All is meaningless." ...etc kept ringing in his ears. Mithias shared his own blackness, his destroyed heart and hopelessness in mental waves. If Valentus physically attacked, Mithias would find a place to cut him.