Fighting One's Nature

"...Why are you making that face?" The Emperor asked in surprise.

"Don't ask." He Shenyan did not even want to say much. "Just don't ask. Sigh."

He sighed and wisely chose to change the subject. "Jaghatai Khan has already returned to the Empire. What about you? Don't tell me you still haven't found a single one."

"I indeed have yet to find any of them."

The Emperor nodded, making no attempt to hide his slow progress—there was nothing to hide. If he could not find them, what else could he do? Keep searching, of course.

"However, it is not as if there has been no progress," he said slowly. "I am currently tracking down Magnus's soul fragments."

"You still need to look for them?"

He Shenyan raised an eyebrow in confusion.

As everyone knew, the one-eyed sunburned Ogryn. No, not that. The Crimson King, the King of Sorcerers and the Cyclops, Magnus. This pitiable Primarch, who had brought about a grave mistake because he had been far too impatient, had long since fallen, but his situation was rather special.

...His soul had shattered into many fragments.

Some had long since broken apart, while others remained unknown to anyone. Among his many soul fragments, the most famous was probably the Crimson King, which was also his primary personality, and later the personality that had fully ascended into a Lord of Change.

However, Tzeentch was dead.

It had been slain by the Emperor's own hand, and there was no possibility of resurrection. The nature of the Emperor's Psionic power was the natural enemy of things of the Warp. Even gods like the Four Evil Gods could not escape it, and they would even suffer more severe damage because of the opposition in the nature of their powers.

With their master dead, how