Draudillon did not see the Emperor move his lips, yet his voice rang directly in her mind, washing away every stray thought like a tsunami.
Now, only one thought remained in Draudillon's heart: she had to answer every question the man before her asked.
"Yes, magic powered by souls. Among the Wild Magic I know of, there is a spell called Ultimate Explosion. By sacrificing over a million souls, it can create an apocalypse-level explosion."
The Emperor's silence nearly stopped Draudillon's heart. Even Magnus had never seen his father so grave, so tense.
"Father?" Magnus wanted to place a hand on the Emperor's shoulder, but before he could approach, he heard the Emperor's icy command.
"Magnus, Valdor, leave."
"But, Father—"
"Leave!"
Magnus blinked and left the room in utter confusion. Now, only Draudillon and the Emperor remained. Draudillon had never felt such immense pressure. Her knees seemed unable to bear it; only kneeling before the Emperor made her feel a little better.
The Emperor reached out and pressed a finger to Draudillon's forehead. With a light tap, he sent her into unconsciousness. Then he drew out her soul and searched it for every piece of information concerning Wild Magic.
"Malcador, what do you think?"
There was hesitation and weight in the Emperor's voice. He had discovered that this brand-new world was not as pure and flawless as he had imagined. It could still be corrupted, so long as those damned Warp gods could extend their filthy hands into it.
And what could draw their attention more readily than the ripples of souls? After all, the Warp they inhabited was a land of despair composed of countless souls.
"It is indeed a threat. We must accelerate our plans. According to Leman Russ, the local xenos natives are resisting the Imperium of