Warhammer Universe.
Throne Room, within the illusion.
The cathedral's dome still soared high overhead.
Golden light poured down through the stained-glass windows, casting mottled holy radiance across the cold stone floor.
Murals depicting the Emperor's crusade across the stars silently overlooked everything within the hall, just as they had for ten thousand years.
Nothing here had changed from when Rowan left.
The Emperor stood before the slowly dissipating World Bridge, a smile still on his youthful face.
Yet a trace of worry still lingered in his eyes.
The white-robed youth turned his head and looked at Rowan, who had remained where he was.
"Are you sure this is okay?"
"Of course it's okay."
Rowan answered.
His tone was assured and relaxed, as though he were talking about something utterly ordinary.
At that moment, the traces left behind by the Astral Bridge that had just been used—like twisted starlight—slowly dissipated into the cathedral's empty air.
Rowan gazed at the bridge of light.
Honestly, as a Tier 4 Reality Warper, he was quite interested in the principles behind something capable of connecting two universes.
Just what kind of mechanism was this thing based on?
Who had caused all this?
Forget it. It was still too early to think about questions like that. Rowan shook his head and began considering more pressing matters.
So, just as he was about to speak and ask the Emperor about the next arrangements—
Although Rowan currently had to devote most of his reality-warping power to maintaining the ritual that had split his true body in two, preventing him from temporarily displaying his full strength, that did not mean he could do nothing.
His words had yet to leave his mouth.
The two people present simultaneously sensed an unusual ripple spreading through the air.
The remnants of the