Helping the Emperor break free from the shackles and suffering imposed by the Golden Throne, allowing him to become the fifth Chaos Gods of the Warp within the Warp—this had once been one of your mad ideas.
But as time slowly passed, the more you saw and the more you learned about the Warp, the more contemptuous you became of your past shallowness.
Once the Emperor ascended to godhood from within the Warp in his current half-living, half-dead state,
then what little humanity he had left would inevitably vanish. You did not even dare imagine what kind of thing would return from the Warp.
Most importantly, if the Emperor unfortunately became a god, then Holy Terra would surely become a second Eye of Terror. By then, humanity spread across the entire Milky Way would probably become his Chaos sacrifices in an instant, while vast numbers of Astartes might even become daemon-bound demons!
The Imperium of Man had no Webway in which to hide or resist. Trying to replicate the Eldar's lingering survival was simply an impossible task.
Even if you Primarch descendants, the ones most deeply connected to the Emperor, would most likely become Chaos Daemons or lesser gods, having enjoyed the freedom of the material universe, you would probably find it difficult to adapt to the shackles of the Warp.
"To be honest, I once had that thought too. But later, after lengthy discussions and exchanges with my brothers, we ultimately discovered that it was a dead end—a road of no return that would doom humanity to utter ruin."
You slightly raised your chin, your gaze fixed on Serafax through the Helmet Visor.
"Do you think you have found a goal that even the Primarchs could never imagine? Do you think you are the lone hero, the only one