Cisrain stared at the enemy before him.
Charge!
It was as if the Emperor's voice had returned to his mind.
"Over there!"
"Right there!"
Was the Emperor about to stand?
Cisrain sensed that the Emperor's voice seemed different.
The Emperor should be rising soon.
But for now, the Emperor still had not risen. It was merely a sign of what was to come.
"Time waits for no one."
The Emperor sat upon the Golden Throne. In truth, from the moment he sat upon it, he had completely died. At least, that was what the powerful beings of every race believed. The one sitting on the Golden Throne now was merely a corpse without life or a future.
Before the effects of Gamma World arrived.
The Emperor had been unable to see the state of the entire Milky Way. Like an old man with extreme nearsightedness, seated on the Golden Throne, he could see only what lay a centimeter before his eyes. Nor could he personally command the battlefield. His consciousness was chaotic. Even when Roboute Guilliman met the Emperor and listened to his voice, hearing only a few words would leave him completely unconscious. Only afterward, relying on his impressions, could he recall what he and the Emperor had discussed.
Yet after relinquishing part of his power, he seemed to have traded for something once more from the world beyond the Stargate he had once entered.
Those things allowed the Emperor to act within the Warp, but at the same time, the Emperor had inevitably paid a price.
Whether that price had truly been worth it all was another matter.
"Here!"
"Follow him, my lord."
These ruins were where the four Chaos Gods had been born, and where the eight-pointed star of Chaos had come into existence.
Unimaginable spatial forces