"Why could you speak the name of the Great Enemy... so calmly?" The Khan stared fixedly at Lin Fan. Much of his vision had returned, and the huge bump on his forehead was rapidly subsiding.
"Because there was never anything to fear." Lin Fan's answer surprised the Khan. He had expected to hear something about conversion or religion, yet Lin Fan's answer was so simple.
Is this the bearing of the Men of Gold? The Khan could not help but regard Lin Fan more highly.
"For many people... for those who only half understand the Warp." Lin Fan carefully chose his words so the Khan would not take him for some Chaos worshipper. "That sea of souls is, in truth, a reflection of the hearts of countless beings in the universe. The four Great Enemies are the same. The worse we become, the madder they grow; the better we become, the better they become. But look at our universe."
"The Imperium has become a cruel regime steeped in oppression and bloodshed, rotting away across the galaxy by squeezing the flesh, blood, and hope from countless people. Such immense suffering provides the Warp with sufficiently intense emotions, while also nourishing the four Great Enemies."
"Not to mention our lovely neighbors. The Aeldari see us as uncivilized monkeys; the Drukhari see us as livestock; the Orks see us as good mates in a fight; the Tyranids want to devour everything; the Necrontyr dynasties wish to restore their former glory, while conveniently clearing away the fleshly beings that make their mechanical hearts feel envy..."
As the Khan listened to Lin Fan, he nodded to himself, then sat down cross-legged with a solemn expression. Lin Fan sat facing him, as though they were two old friends in ancient times, drinking and talking in a