In the deepest reaches of the Warp, there was an existence that no means of detection could find.
He stood in a wasteland.
The wasteland displayed terrain within the Warp that should have been impossible for the Warp to possess.
Upon a mountain of corpses piled from demons of every color, the Dominion Engine stood atop the body of a Nurgle Greater Demon.
Qin Mo sat upon the Throne, a weary smile on his bloodstained face as his eyes fixed on a data slate in his hand.
Displayed on the data slate were photographs Qin Mo had taken while idling away his time in the Tyran Sector.
There were pictures of the Human Emperor idling with him on a beach on Talon III.
There was Mimic in what Qin Mo considered its most perfect form.
There was also a photograph he had taken with Guilliman in a wheat field.
And...
There were many, many more.
They were the most precious memories stored deep within Qin Mo's mind during the thousand-odd years he had spent fighting in the Warp.
A thousand years.
Qin Mo felt that it had been a thousand years. Since entering the Warp and learning from Kaldor, the Grand Master of the Grey Knights, how to keep track of time within the Warp, a thousand years had passed.
"My lord, will you not go back and take a look?"
Bik slung the eye-covered rocket launcher onto its back, walked to the mountain of demon corpses, and looked up at its father's father.
When the creator of the psychic Iron Men heard the words "go back and take a look," light flickered in his eyes before he immediately shook his head.
"The Tyranids need to get used to life without me. They need to learn to take care of