Eywa finally understood—this madman before her intended to destroy the entire shallow seabed of Pandora. Not just part of it, but the whole ecosystem that was her body and consciousness itself.
As Kenthelion resolved Eywa's fate, he raised his hand, and from the swirling Aetherion energy around him emerged the figure dominating the battlefield: Primarch Angron.
Kenthelion:
"Angron, what's the status of the evacuation? Has everyone at the base withdrawn?"
Primarch Angron:
"All personnel have retreated to orbit, Father."
Relief passed over Kenthelion. Despite transcending human limits, he still retained a spark of empathy. He did not wish his brutal power to consume those who did not have to become victims—if it could be avoided.
Kenthelion:
"Good… Now I can have a little fun."
He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as he stepped forward, eyes fixed on Eywa, still struggling to maintain her form. The Aetherion energy around him began to congeal, then overflow with a force defying description.
Omega Aetherion.
In an instant, the earth cracked. The seas receded as if drawn into emptiness. Continents rose and buckled under the inverted gravity of that tremendous energy. Nature lost its balance; only devastation remained.
The sight was—one word: horrifying.
In orbit, Colonel Miles Quaritch watched a projection display in the observation port of the RDA ship. His jaw tightened, his veteran face paler than usual.
Colonel Miles Quaritch:
"Good God… Can this still be called human?"
Beside him, Primarch Angron stood with chest bare, gazing at the ruin below with an expression unreadable, almost calm.
Primarch Angron:
"That's what most believe… until the Word Bearers see who he truly is."
Quaritch nearly retorted sarcastically that this being was not human, but he held back. His military instinct warned: loose talk could be fatal—especially with Angron calmly referring to the entity as Father.
Above, Pandora itself writhed in agony beneath the Omega Aetherion. Eywa screamed—or rather, the entire atmosphere howled as an extension of her consciousness.
But Kenthelion merely raised one hand, as if cautioning.
Eywa stood frozen, eyes on the dreadful scene: skies roiling with Aetherion, lands collapsing, creatures of Pandora fleeing in chaos. Falling rocks, uprooted roots, and uplifted mountains filled the horizon.
Kenthelion seized the moment. With a gesture, he lifted an entire continent—treating it like a mere chunk of earth—and hurled it at Eywa.
A cataclysm occurred as Eywa's energy form was crushed under that colossal mass. Shockwaves rippled across Pandora's surface. Land shattered, rivers dried, oceans lost shape.
For Eywa, this was more than physical destruction. She was Pandora. Rending a continent meant rending herself. In the unity of planet and consciousness, the pain was indescribable: like flesh torn from one's own body, or a soul forced apart.
> "According to theories often discussed, Eywa's true body is likely the Tree of Souls, or perhaps even the entire Pandora ecosystem itself. Almost every fauna on Pandora has some bud or tendril capable of biologically linking to the Na'vi—one living network of consciousness."
Eywa was not just an entity; she was a biological network rooted in the Tree of Voices and spreading through all life. If there was a center, the Tree of Souls was her heart, brain, and spirit.
Now, that heart was being crushed.
Eywa:
"Human… stop… it hurts… Human… stop!"
Her voice echoed through Pandora's subconscious—not with majesty or authority, but with agony. She strove to reform her physical manifestation, but clearly… there was no pride left.
Kenthelion:
"False god… this is the end for you."
Without granting time for recovery, Kenthelion pierced the energy veil and unleashed blow after blow upon Eywa, each strike carrying titanic force: enough to shatter hills, topple forests, obliterate entire ecosystems with a single swing.
Unlike before, Eywa was truly overwhelmed. Her energy drained in the endless effort to rebuild her form, while Kenthelion denied her each fleeting second of restoration. She could still draw power from all Pandora—from land, water, air, and living beings—but such regeneration was unsustainable.
Pandora itself screamed. Roots withered, creatures wailed, skies changed hue.
Kenthelion:
"You tremble, false god! Before the truth, you are but a primitive belief!"
Kenthelion's Aetherion power finally pierced the core of Eywa's consciousness. The terror and panic erupting from that entity were impossible to conceal. The divine aura once enveloping Pandora's "goddess" now faded, replaced by almost human panic.
Kenthelion stood tall atop the ravaged battlefield. He no longer treated this as a duel against a divine being, but as the final execution of one who had lost all dignity.
Black Aetherion lightning flared from Kenthelion, tearing the air and warping space. The psychic pressure was so immense the ground trembled and the sky seemed to crack.
Eywa, for the first time, spoke with a trembling voice—full of fear.
Though she was the world itself, though she was the planetary spirit, now… she appeared as a creature terrified before Kenthelion's dark, majestic aura of imperial will.
Kenthelion:
"It's time to end this, false god."
Instead of drawing his imperial sword, Kenthelion trusted his psychic might. He believed in spiritual will over steel.
A black Aetherion bolt struck Eywa. Instantly, her spiritual form—once merely a projection of her consciousness—exploded and dissipated into Pandora's atmosphere.
Kenthelion exhaled lightly.
Kenthelion:
"Is that all?"
But not long after, something greater and more primeval began to rise. From the earth sprang trees, creeping roots, and colossal vegetation emerging without end.
Eywa had evolved. Now she took on a physical form—built from Pandora's own arboreal network. She towered like a titan, her whole body glowing with green light drawn from the planet's lifeforce.
Eywa:
"Human, now it's my turn."
Without warning, python-sized vines lashed at Kenthelion from all directions, aiming to ensnare and crush him. Yet—
Kenthelion:
"Boring… if this is your final trick."
The vines approached and spontaneously combusted, consumed by the spiritual fire symbolizing the Emperor's glory. None could touch Kenthelion.
He narrowed his eyes, the gaze sharpening further. He began speaking to himself, analyzing the situation.
Kenthelion:
"Seems… ordinary means won't kill you."
With steady steps, he raised the Emperor Sword, now throbbing with black Aetherion energy. He drove it slowly into the ground, then knelt before Eywa's gargantuan tree form.
A cruel smile curved his lips.
Kenthelion (coldly, sneering):
"If my guess is right… your "brain" lies at the planet's core, yes? This is only an empty avatar."
In his mind, Kenthelion mused in his characteristic mix of seriousness and dark humor.
Kenthelion (thinking):
"I don't have a giant sword like Sargeras… But if needed, I'll manage myself. Like Artanis in barbarian mode."
Before Eywa could react, Kenthelion had already pierced the earth's crust.
An Aetherion explosion formed a black electric shield around him, protecting him from the superheated magma that tried to engulf him. The planet's crust trembled. In ten seconds flat, Kenthelion cut through the mantle and reached the planet's core.
Too late.
Eywa, realizing Kenthelion's true intent, roared in terror and pursued him, screaming:
Eywa:
"NO! DON'T! DON'T! YOU MUST NOT!"
But when she arrived, Kenthelion was gone from her divine senses.
Deep in the planetary core, Kenthelion floated in a silent, tense void. Amid a sea of glowing red magma stood a lone, majestic, solitary tree. It towered upward, and at its center was embedded a living biological structure shaped like a human brain, pulsing slowly as if alive.
Kenthelion licked his lips slowly, savoring the moment.
Kenthelion:
"Met."
"Explosion!"
With a single, decisive slash, his black Aetherion sword cleaved the space. The entire colossal tree toppled, and the brain within exploded into a mass of blood and light.
Eywa screamed. In an instant, her entire existence vanished. The plants, animals, and every biological system of the planet that once fell under her command reverted to mere ordinary life—without any collective consciousness.
The Imperium Caelestis fleet landed once more on Pandora.
Under the coordination of the Magos Mechanicus, the entire planet was remapped. Climates were stabilized, soils restored, ecosystems restructured like a heavenly garden. Production hubs and energy refineries were erected one by one.
Pandora had been conquered.
Kenthelion, though unscathed, felt a tinge of fatigue. He chose to return to Terra to train and explore other multiverses.
He lent his flagship, the Supremacy, to Angron for the next expedition. He handed full command of the conquest to Angron and Colonel Miles Quaritch—now elevated to Praetor under the banner of Imperium Caelestis.
Kenthelion:
"If humanity on Earth refuses unity… then destroy them. Better to uproot the problem now than let it fester."
With the Great Emperor Kenthelion's full blessing, the expedition began.
Kenthelion:
"Extract all exploitable minerals. The rest is up to you."
Under the Tech-Priests Mechanicus' vision, Pandora would be transformed into:
—A garden world for the next generation of humanity, a restful haven for retired Catachan warriors.
—A center for agriculture and biotechnology,
—And a strategic mineral mining world for an expansion-hungry galaxy.