Time reversed.
Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and wind and rain raged.
All of Mars was drenched by rain that could not possibly have existed on this planet.
Those who had come to the foot of Olympus Mons to await the miracle foretold in revelations from years ago stood in the downpour.
Every machine on Mars began to roar.
Machines that had not been activated came to life.
Damaged machines began operating again.
From colossal array devices to the smallest handheld data slate, every object capable of displaying or expressing anything chanted the wondrous music of binary.
After this series of miracles, the people beneath Olympus Mons saw a golden spacecraft slowly descend.
Qin Mo had reversed time to this moment, and the one stepping out of the ship was no longer just the Emperor.
"Prophet!"
"That's the Prophet!"
A priest who studied the history of the Adeptus Mechanicus saw the two men emerge from the spacecraft. He pointed at the tall, handsome man among them and shouted.
After time had been reversed and everything restarted, the Emperor had changed his appearance once again. He had dressed himself as the prophet from Mechanicus history who had proclaimed that a miracle would occur in the future.
"That's a warlord from Terra!"
When the Emperor lowered his crimson hood, someone recognized him as well.
Those who had long been active in gathering intelligence on Terra realized that these two were leaders of the rising warlord alliance on Terra.
Lowly warlords.
The priests present were deeply disappointed.
That was also because the Emperor had not exerted a powerful psychic influence over those present as he had before this reversal of time, making them see his radiant, holy form.
Otherwise, they would have bowed and prostrated themselves just as they had before.
The Emperor remained