The Eye of Terror before them.
It was still the same as it had been ten thousand years ago.
Seeing Terra's realspace once more, Malcador felt endless emotions welling within him.
He had seen the Eye of Chaos in those days.
Before the Great Heresy, their soldiers had stood united against a common enemy. Even those with grievances would never have turned to Chaos, and no soldiers of the Imperium would have been born from Chaos's Eye of Terror.
But now, the Eye of Terror before him was giving birth to those who had once fought for the Imperium.
"What a pity!"
If that series of events had not happened back then, would things have changed?
But he had no way to keep dwelling on such matters. What had passed could not be changed, no matter how deeply he reminisced. He might as well use the last of his strength to set the Imperium back on the right path.
When he arrived here,
he finally felt the psychic power within him recovering at its fastest rate.
He sensed that something of his seemed to be on this planet.
His connection to The Emperor ran too deep.
On Gamma World, the psychic laboratory's shielding and the Blackstone Pylons that had been built prevented his power from recovering and kept him from establishing too much contact with The Emperor.
But as he moved farther and farther away from Gamma World, his strength began to return.
After all, he had once been the most powerful psyker beneath The Emperor.
Back when half of The Emperor's body had not yet become the Dark King, before he had taken his seat upon the Golden Throne, The Emperor already possessed terrifying psychic power.
With a single psychic suppression,
he had suppressed everything across an entire planet,