The key place Tzeentch had prepared for His chosen Primarch—Magnus
Lemuel Gaumon lay prone on a mound in the Argos salt flats, with his two fellow Remembrancer friends, Camille Shivani and Callista Orestes, lying beside him.
Lemuel gazed through the heat haze and dust at the Thousand Sons Warriors standing solemnly on either side of the road.
Their gleaming helmets were inlaid with gold and amethyst, and their crimson armor was magnificent and striking.
As an aura reader, Lemuel identified their auras: there was Hathor Maat's Third Fellowship, the Pavoni Thousand Sons shining brilliantly.
Ahzek Ahriman's First Fellowship, the black-raven Thousand Sons surrounded by shifting, elusive halos of change.
Phosis T'kar's Second Fellowship, the falcon Thousand Sons with heavy, solid barriers.
Kalophis's Sixth Fellowship, the phoenix Thousand Sons with scorching pillars of fire; before today, Lemuel had not known they had already arrived.
The radiance of more than five thousand Thousand Sons blazed so brightly that it made Lemuel's eyes ache.
Lemuel focused his gaze on the very front of the formation, where the eighty-one Terminators of the Scarab Occult stood out with extraordinary adornment.
Golden crests rose from their white helmets, and emerald scarabs hung upon their chests.
The aura light they emitted surpassed that of the other Thousand Sons, but it was completely eclipsed by the four Temple Masters and Ankh-Anen, Guardian of Prospero's Great Library, like stars beside a radiant moon.
Lemuel narrowed his eyes, not yet able to adjust, when a shaft of light suddenly slammed into his vision.
The brilliance of five bright moons was eclipsed by a sun descending from the heavens.
"Lord Nimrod..." Lemuel murmured.
Camille Shivani and Callista Orestes followed his gaze and looked up, only to see a black Aquila Shuttle slowly descending.
Before the thick cloud of dust had dispersed,