Yvraine opened her eyes amid the turbulent flow of sorcery. Magnus stood before her. Startled by Magnus's excessively powerful psychic might, Yvraine asked, "Do you know where your children are?"
"Uh..." Magnus fell silent for a moment, then said apologetically, "The truth is, I don't. I haven't paid attention to them for a long time. Before I returned, I had been staying in the library Tzeentch provided for me. But I can find them another way."
"Lost in the ocean of knowledge?"
"No..." Magnus corrected Yvraine's phrasing. "An ocean of lies... Tzeentch guarded against everyone, myself included. That knowledge never truly entered my memory. It slipped past like running water—offering a brief coolness, yet never nourishing my wisdom..."
That artistic description failed to resonate with Yvraine. Instead, it reminded her of something Lin Fan had once said while mocking Aeldari old scholars.
"Those brain-dead idiots have water on the brain. Don't ever turn out like them..."
She nearly burst out laughing, but forcibly held it back, her face shifting between red and purple. This startled Magnus, who thought Yvraine could no longer endure the impact of the sorcery, so he waved his hand and dispelled it.
"Do you feel better now?"
Yvraine took several deep breaths and suppressed her inexplicable urge to laugh before apologizing to Magnus.
Magnus waved it off, saying it was hardly an offense. He raised his hand again, preparing to cast a spell, but after closing his eyes and sensing carefully for a while, he gave up. "There's no need for that over such a short distance. They're right ahead."
Yvraine looked ahead and saw only darkness. She assumed it was the special bond between a Primarch and his offspring that allowed Magnus to see them.
At the edge of Magnus's vision stood Ahriman, who had