Crack!
A golden fissure opened in the void, and power spread silently from it.
Ron's consciousness traveled through a special Faith Channel and reached the Galaxy.
At that moment, he existed in both the Galaxy and the Warp, looking down on the brilliant sweep of stars.
The Galaxy looked utterly different from how it had a thousand years ago, when the Great Rift opened.
Back then, darkness had covered the Galaxy. Ugly scars had filled the void, and one Civilized World after another had suffered through war. Everything had been dark and lifeless.
Those Civilized Worlds had been choked with polluted acid fog and consumed by flames. Few lights of civilization remained; only the uppermost levels of a handful of Hive Cities showed any glimmer.
Now things were different. He, the Savior, had ended the Galaxy's wars, stopped the Chaos Gods' incursions, and brought lasting peace.
The Imperium's sweeping economic development and construction had allowed one Civilized World after another to recover rapidly.
The polluted acid fog had been cleared away, vegetation had grown back, and even the Hive Cities had been refurbished. They were spotless, with paintwork pleasing to the eye.
From any vantage point, the Imperium's Civilized Worlds were no longer dark. Countless lights shone from homes, giving them an air of harmony and peace.
This was what Ron's efforts had achieved. He had transformed a Galaxy of war, pollution, suffering, and hunger into a good home for humanity.
"All this cannot be erased, much less become fodder for Primordial Destruction!" Ron took a deep breath.
He did not want the Dark Will to destroy what he had built. He did not want untold trillions of humans, only just settled into peaceful lives, to suffer again.
As a statistic, those untold trillions of humans looked like nothing more