The gifted Book of Holy Words coiled around the primarch's body. Tzeentch's shadow emerged across its pages. He looked at the white dove Roka had become, at The Deceiver's Eye floating in the air, and at the contract in his hand.
In the Warp, and among the stars where The Deceiver dwelled, they were all shaking dice.
The Subjective One's die turned with difficulty, while the die within the galaxy spun at tremendous speed.
"Leave everything to unpredictable fate." Tzeentch and The Deceiver closed their eyes and let the dice fall.
"Success."
"Failure."
The two outcomes collided, pointing toward different figures.
The die left behind by the previous Subjective One pointed to Lin Fan, granting him the outcome of success.
The die formed from the stars pointed to Khorne, granting him the outcome of failure.
Lin Fan's eyelids twitched uncontrollably several times. Around him stood nothing but metal mountains and oceans formed from crackling masses of energy.
The plants nurtured by Old Tang had also warped into grotesque deformities. Aside from being obedient to Lin Fan, they were no different from Nurgle's plants.
The core exhausted all its energy and completely collapsed amid an extreme inability to comprehend the data. The Tech Entity sold all its goods and happily set off fireworks to celebrate the end of its duties.
The three AIs whose fates had been entwined found the peace they desired. Only Unit 0, responsible for repairs, wept resentfully, grieving over its lonely fate.
Lin Fan found the hard-light printing device and tried to construct a piece of equipment he remembered as being extremely powerful to arm himself.
"Success."
The hard-light printing device on the verge of collapse was forcefully restored by the result of the die. It ignored all damage to its chassis and understood Lin Fan's needs.