To a certain extent, Rorschach's thoughts and intentions had now become completely clear.
He had already understood that becoming a Chaos God of the Warp and ascending to a Chaos God Seat was neither his heartfelt desire nor the ultimate goal. It was merely a means for him to help humanity escape the endless cycle of war and attain peace and tranquility!
Of course, he would have to pay a terrifying price far beyond that of anyone else.
Even if everything he cared about, his beloved children, and even his Primarch Brothers could not understand him or stand by his side, it did not matter.
If one person had to be sacrificed for the future of the masses, then let that person be him.
Not long afterward, inside the increasingly desolate Forge Hall.
Rorschach, his bronze face faintly furrowed, once again moved his massive body and sat upon the coldly gleaming Metal Throne.
The tall humanoid form created by the gradually spilling essence of that invisible Shadow Power silently emerged behind his broad back.
At that moment, Rorschach was toying with several glittering Throne Gelt coins in one vibranium palm, occasionally producing faint metallic clinks.
By now, the three thresholds of the mysterious ritual for the Path to Godhood had become crystal clear.
Of them, the Soul Anchor required for the first threshold had instead become the easiest matter for Rorschach to resolve.
This was all thanks to the Support Operations he had never ceased conducting, which had gradually earned him legendary prestige and mighty renown throughout the Imperium of Man, surpassing even Regent Guilliman and Lion El'Jonson.
As long as Rorschach could later reach Holy Terra and strike a certain agreement and transaction with the Ecclesiarchy, then, as a son of The Emperor to begin with, he would inevitably