Humanity Ascendant

"What would my father do in all those countless universes?"

Inside a spire of Commorragh.

Angron and The Emperor sat facing each other. The remote network terminals before them held hundreds of millions of matters requiring their attention.

A primarch's mind could handle such work with ease.

The Emperor, meanwhile, could use a fixed span of time on a single timeline to deal with tens of thousands of matters at once.

The two of them had spent an entire month like this.

Nuceria had begun migrating into the Webway, and Ultramar had begun migrating into the Webway as well.

With Webway routes stretching in every direction, and the Eldar guarding those routes using Craftworlds to help humanity migrate, one Webway city after another was established, bringing with them an ever-growing burden of administrative work.

While handling matters, the two would often exchange a few casual words.

"Your father." The Emperor considered it. "He was likely destroying one hopeless universe after another, using Magnus's theory to seize the power of Chaos godhood—Black King, Khorne, Nurgle. As for Slaanesh, I cannot imagine what method he could use to seize that godhood of extreme sensation."

"How long would he have to keep destroying them?" Angron lowered his head and sighed.

"One second. Do not forget that there is no time in the Immaterium. Even if other universes possess time, it changes nothing. He can still return immediately and appear at once."

"That's pretty good, then."

"..."

The conversation between The Emperor and the primarch fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, and after they had dealt with an unknown number of matters, Angron spoke again. "Is there a way for humanity to achieve immortality? I mean mortals."

The Emperor set aside his work for the moment. His sharp gaze pierced