I Will Be Awesome to One-Ninth of the Thousand Sons, But I Will Also Solve Their Flesh and Blood Mutation

Ultima Segmentum, Prospero, City of Light, Tizca.

The giant pyramids of the Thousand Sons' Five Cults stood upon the white guardian mountains of the City of Tizca, their magnificent architecture blending perfectly with the surrounding landscape.

Only the Pyrae Cult's pyramid was an exception. Its blazing spire and the psychically controlled machines before its gate were utterly out of place.

The Pavoni pyramid was extravagantly gorgeous, and the Chief Librarian's power was perfectly embodied in every inch of it.

Every slab of marble in the main structure, every inlaid shining crystal and brilliant gem, had been flawlessly cut, exquisitely carved, and perfectly fitted together.

Inside the Pavoni Pyramid, Hathor Maat, Chief Librarian of the Thousand Sons, lay on a great red maplewood bed.

The Psyker Dragonet flapped its wings, chasing the Guardian Spirit Peouk, which shone like a million stars.

Hathor applied Psychological Suggestion to himself, and swiftly fell asleep.

Amid the hazy atmosphere, Hathor Maat, the Dreamwalker, awoke.

He found himself in a circular theater, where the figure atop the high platform radiated dazzling golden light.

"—I command all Legions to abolish their Librarius departments. All Librarians are to return to their battle companies at once, and shall never again use any psychic power."

Hathor curled his lip. Whether the Black Emperor or the Primarch, neither cared in the slightest about the False Emperor's prohibition.

He raised both arms, and his pale arms swiftly turned lustrous and translucent.

Crackle—

Thunder appeared from nowhere and struck the high platform.

Boom!

The golden radiance was torn apart, and the platform exploded.

Hathor walked past the edge of his own dream and stepped into the depths of the gray, misty fog.

The Dreamwalker raised his arm and pointed at the mist.

The fog churned and surged, revealing layer upon layer of steps