Drawing himself up to his full height, Magnus the Red raised his ensorcelled glaive and spoke dolorous words of power that rang out in defiance of all natural law. Purple flames leapt, forming shimmering shields and warding the Thousand
Sons from harm. Suddenly, the Rubricae and Scarab Occult could advance unharmed, striding upwards as their foes’ shots exploded upon Magnus’ shields. [Primarch Rising]