Prospero.
A phantom gateway appeared out of nowhere. Amon, one of the Primarch's Attendants, stepped first into the graveyard blanketed in black dust, treading upon withered bones that crumbled into powder.
Ahzek Ahriman, Temple Master of the Corvidae Cult, emerged next. The dreadful sight of his apprentice Sobek turning into lifeless dust replayed over and over in his mind, gnawing at his heart.
Uthizzar, Temple Master of the Pavoni Cult, listened to the murmuring whispers of ghosts as memories of doomsday echoed through his mind.
Phosis T'kar, Temple Master of the Pyrae Cult, inhaled the pungent scent of scorching metal and stared at the molten, solidified ruins.
Hathor Maat emerged last, holding the Book of Magnus in his hands. He asked Amon,
"How do we find Father's fragments?"
"We must return to the moment he shattered," Amon explained.
The Thousand Sons saw that soul-piercing moment flash through their minds and nodded silently.
Ahriman rose to the sixth level of Mindset. The shattered walls and ruins suddenly rose from the ground, revealing the city's former grandeur.
He walked toward the city bathed in sunlight, his gaze sweeping across countless citizens in the parks, repeatedly practicing Tai Chi to calm their restless hearts.
His gaze settled on the Vossani Restaurant on Thousand Lions Street, where he had once shared baked pastries with another apprentice, Lemuel Gaumon.
Painful memories stirred. He had painstakingly raised only two apprentices.
Sobek had become dust, and Lemuel had broken with him.
Tizca, too, had been burned into ruins by the Space Wolves.
Ahriman forced himself to gather his thoughts and bury his grief as he walked toward the shadow of the Pyramid of Photep, surrounded by swirling black sand.
The five advanced amid hoarse final words and mournful wails, while the hazy outlines of hundreds and thousands