Chaos Is Not United

"Wait... where are you going?"

"Hey! Stop right there, you little brat! You can't just lock me up and let me out again like this!"

"You bastard! You heartless animals!"

Luther's screams were cut off as the stasis field activated. He would rather endure the Dark Angels' torture than endure the passage of time within a stasis field.

As seas turned to fields and all things changed, each awakening from stasis meant that he had drifted ever farther from the age he knew.

Azrael left the cell. He had obtained enough information.

Luther's connection to the Warp, sometimes close and sometimes tenuous, influenced the Dark Angels' actions. Though he was a prisoner, his words could not be ignored, as though they were prophecies.

Decades ago, a Drukhari fleet had attacked The Rock. Their agile warships bombarded The Rock's ancient, unbreakable technological shields, while illusory ships, impossible to distinguish from real ones, drew the fortress's savage fire.

An elite force infiltrated the fortress. Rather than hurriedly seizing slaves or slaughtering indiscriminately, they frantically searched for secret chambers containing dark relics and for the Dark Watchers.

The Drukhari corpses left behind on The Rock could have covered an entire football field, but they had successfully captured a Dark Watcher, as well as a dark yellow scrap of paper whose purpose and material were unknown.

At the time, Azrael had asked Luther why the Drukhari would do such a thing, but Luther had only told him that fate had changed drastically, and everything that had once applied would be shattered in the future.

Azrael had spoken with Ezekiel about fate. Among psykers, foreseeing the future was not a rare ability.

Even before becoming a Librarian, Ezekiel could make passive predictions. He could see the outcome before a crisis occurred and alter fate through