Fulgrim

Powerless,

A profound sense of powerlessness swept over Fulgrim,

His memories were hazy, his senses muddled. He only remembered charging at Fulgrim, and Fulgrim charging at him,

Like a boulder rolling down a mountain once more, while the man below charged at it again,

Then everything around him seemed to blur. The entire world vanished,

He and Fulgrim melted and reformed, converged and separated, becoming difficult to distinguish from one another,

It was as though they had both been broken down. The molecular bonds in their bodies had collapsed, the boundaries between matter no longer existed. Their entire bodies formed a greater whole, and at the same time, Fulgrim and Fulgrim merged into similar wholes,

He bathed in a sea where purple and gold intertwined. Seawater ran down his handsome, unarmored body, merging into his skin—or perhaps he was merging into the seawater,

It was as if he had been born from this sea. This sea was amniotic fluid that had nurtured him alone, the primordial womb-sea from which he alone had emerged,

In a daze, Fulgrim realized that this sea was every living being's infinite yearning for perfection, across the past, present, and future,

He also understood why the Primarchs had to have a mother. The key lay in the inclination toward birth: to grant those Warp entities not yet born into the world the desire to be born. What Eldar had truly contributed was not her extraordinary genes, but the faith that had gathered upon her when she had once been worshipped as humanity's Goddess of childbirth, reproduction, and abundance—the yearning of countless humans to be born,

It was Eldar who had given them the desire to be born, allowing them to enter this world.

Under ordinary circumstances, Fulgrim might have been interested in this secret. But at