The lightning hails across its neck and back, and in its blind struggle, it feels impossible to escape. The Sanctifier is thrashing, raging - and just as it seems it might find focus for a moment, the air is sucked away from its lungs, stilling its breath and sending it further into its spiral. Every direction it turns, further hell is brought down upon it.

Its friends, its comrades, are lost in throes of blood and desperation. It can no longer reach them in its thoughts.