"When asked: "What is the name of the stone that burns?" Thou shalt respond: "Sulpher to be mixed with mercury."

"When asked "What is the name of the universal solvent?" Thou shalt respond: "Al-kahest."

"When asked: "What is the name of the remedy for all maladies?" Thou shalt respond: "Panacea Universalis."

"When asked: "What is the name of the acme of the Art?" Thou shalt respond: "The Elixir of Life."

"When asked: "What is the name of the noblest of metals?" Thou shalt respond: "Gold."

It was over. Why. No, what did it prove?

Balthasar Gelt, supreme patriarch, lord of the golden order and incarnate of metal, slumped forward. His body wracked with the winds that he could no longer control as his body was torn apart by the very ritual his hands had helped create.

But then he straightened, refusing to move. Mannfred, shocked at his perceived failure swung the sword once more - but was intercepted by the champion of light.

The mage of metal used what little control he had remaining to cast one final spell, knowing full well that there was no way he could survive now. A single twitch of his hand was all he could manage… Yet, everything stilled as the ripple of magic was felt.

The true Final Transmutation.

In casting it, he transformed his own body into a miniature vortex of it's own - recklessly absorbing the winds of magic at an unprecedented rate into his new body of living gold, crippling the forces of chaos even as his soul continued to fracture.

The norscan hordes and chaos abominations renewed their assault, desperate to prevent whatever was weakening the connection to their gods but the incarnates stood strong, firm in the grim resolution that they had held throughout the battle and emboldened by the tangible source of hope. Malekith, in defence of Alarielle, conjured a bladestorm that tore a gash through the center of a falling tower. Sigmar, locked in his struggle with the everchosen, tore ghal maraz away from his foe with a sudden movement and delivered a crushing blow to Archaeon's side even as a blade was driven through his own chest.

As Gelt's spirit began to wander, all of this he saw, and in his final moments before his soul was shattered irreparably, there was only one thought on his weary mind.

"Victory."