The Kingdom had already been swept aside. Next came the Imperium. In recent days, Leman Russ had received many letters from the Imperium. Their Blood Emperor wanted to speak with the Primarch... to discuss peace.
"How should we deal with them? They are clearly that undead wizard's subordinates."
"Yes, but they are not that loyal." Leman Russ answered, "Their reverence for strength far exceeds their belief in the ruling ideology. We can make a trip to the Imperium. I heard from the people of the Slane Theocracy that their capital has the strongest magic-users among all nations."
"My lord, are you interested in sorcery?"
"I am not interested in sorcery, but I am interested in the principles behind how these spells work. It is... completely different from the things the Thousand Sons use. Oh, right. Has the gift been delivered to The Emperor?"
"It has already passed through the portal. Nothing unexpected happened along the way."
"Good."
A survivor from the Slane Theocracy was brought before The Emperor by the Adeptus Custodes. She was the gift Leman Russ had sent. She had learned Low Gothic, but upon seeing The Emperor, only one word remained in her mind, repeating without end.
"God... God..."
Seeing the mixture of excitement, fear, and reverence on her face, as though she were about to cry, The Emperor felt helpless. He quietly sighed, afraid that if he spoke too loudly, he might directly kill this frail person, and asked softly.
"Who are you?"
The Emperor received no answer, only a suppressed, meaningless shriek. He narrowed his eyes and decided to give her a few seconds to regain her composure.
Several seconds passed, yet the screaming did not stop. Valdor, the commander of the Adeptus Custodes who had accompanied The Emperor for many years, tapped the