Ever since that night, Magnus had seemed like a different person. His usual arrogance was gone, and he was a bundle of nerves. Even his most beloved son, Ahriman, had been turned away when he asked to see him—thrown out without a second thought.
Worried for his father's safety, Ahriman requested an audience again and again. At last, thirteen days later, he saw the Primarch, who was buried in scrolls, his hair disheveled, looking like a madman.
As for Hogg, who was pinned to the wall beside him like a specimen and used as a test subject, Professor Ah unconsciously ignored him.
Then, under the watchful eyes of the many Grey Knights, Ahriman entered the secret chamber. Three days later, he came out—but he was in a bad way, too. His eyes were vacant, his sockets sunken, and drool trickled from the corner of his mouth, like Khan after being abducted and brutally violated by the Dark Eldar for eight thousand years.
"Impossible. Absolutely impossible. I'm not the one who's wrong—it's the world! Hahaha, I understand everything now. I have attained enlightenment!"
Watching Supreme Grand Mentor Ahriman charge off, shaking his head, Kaldor Draigo stepped forward. The current leader of the Brotherhood and one of the eight Grand Masters strode into the chamber before everyone, looking utterly invincible.
Three days later, Kaldor came out too, a cigarette between his fingers. Like Ahriman, he looked haggard, and he stumbled away in a daze, muttering:
"Something's wrong. Nine parts out of ten are definitely wrong. This isn't psychic, and it isn't scientific either. God-Emperor above, please save me!"
One went in, one came out a madman. No one knew what the two had seen inside, but there was no doubt their worldviews had been reshaped—and utterly destroyed in the process.
But what