That's right.
The Emperor of Mankind was going to stand.
The power unleashed by the Emperor rising would cast humanity's entire future into darkness.
After ten thousand years of binding, humanity's souls had long been deeply entwined with the Emperor's soul. The Dark King had transformed from something of the past into the racial god of humanity's present world. The Dark King's existence affected every level of the Imperium, as well as humanity's future.
When the Emperor stood, the first to feel the Dark King's power would be the mortals. Like the mortal Aeldari beneath Slaanesh, they would be plundered by the Emperor's power.
Within the sacred Imperial Palace on Terra.
Those people were the first to feel a tremor in their souls. They felt as though some force had seized their souls, then violently torn at them.
Violent earthquakes shook Terra. Their terrifying force surpassed ordinary planetary tremors. The Himalaya Mountains were collapsing into the earth as though a fault line had opened beneath them, while strange colors appeared in Terra's atmosphere, like brilliant auroras spreading across regions that were clearly not the poles.
Even the moon, bathed in plasma light, took on the color of blood.
The end!
This was the end.
As the terrifying apocalypse arrived, those mortals let out agonized cries. They had never been so desperate, nor had they ever felt such intense uncertainty about the future. But now, staring at the world before them, their hearts held nothing but fear and unease.
"Emperor! Where is the Emperor?!"
"Is Terra going to be destroyed?!"
The hidden cults of Chaos, seeing these omens, began delivering bewitching speeches. With rhetoric steeped in conspiracy theories, they persuaded the people who were still alive.
Across the Imperium, waves of dread swept through the populace. Whenever they looked up, it