As the old saying went, one must not look directly at the sun.
Captain-General Galahov agreed with that, but it required a few conditions. First, the sun had to be a real sun, not the projection of some planet. Second, if it was night, looking directly at the sun was not such a big deal.
Third, if the sun agreed to let you look directly at it, then there was no problem either.
At this very moment, he was looking directly at a radiant sun.
The god wrapped in light spoke calmly. "Lorgar Aurelian is not in danger."
"But you took him away." The Captain-General lowered his head and said respectfully in a low voice, "He vanished before the priest's eyes. The golden light that followed nearly made the priest faint. In the final moment before he lost consciousness, he was still shouting about a miracle."
Within the golden hall, it still seemed empty, except that a dozen or so statues had appeared in the corner. Their cylindrical bodies were pure white, their faces blurred, their limbs slender, and wings grew from their backs. Galahov did not know what they were, but he instinctively felt they could hardly be called holy.
"I asked him to help me with something," the god said slowly.
It now seemed to have understood Its own identity, and what Its existence meant to humanity. After the Captain-General had used the ritual to invite It to descend, It had not asked questions as It had before.
It understood that gods were meant to solve problems.
"I asked him to go to another world and deliver a message for me. If I could, I would not have had him do this, but I cannot leave this world, Galahov. Many things are watching from the darkness."
"Demons?" the