The storm in the Warp subsided after the brief, fierce battle, leaving behind shattered T'au wreckage and congealed fear.
Magnus's massive daemon form hovered in the void, his scarlet eye fixed on the T'au commander within the flagship's bridge, whose body had been claimed by a dark will.
The strength and nature of Darth Vader's projected power forced him to put aside his disdain and regard the other party as a... potential ally worthy of serious consideration.
"Your power is indeed remarkable." Magnus's voice was low, carrying lingering ripples of energy that had yet to settle. "But that is not enough to explain your arrogance. State your origins, dark entity. And tell me: what is the purpose of this cooperation you seek? What value can you... offer?"
Invisible pressure blanketed the bridge. It was the silent descent of Tzeentch's will—cold, greedy, and filled with calculation.
Darth Vader controlled that mortal body, his dark eyes seeming to pierce through the ship and Magnus's psychic shields, gazing directly upon the core of the Changer of Ways' will hidden deep within the Warp.
"Purpose?" Darth Vader's hoarse, icy voice rang out with unquestionable certainty. "The Imperium of Man. They are our common enemy."
"Ha!" Magnus let out a mocking scoff, psychic flames flickering with contempt. "The Imperium of Man? A decaying prison controlled by a pack of stubborn golden lackeys? They are indeed our enemy, but did we need you to remind us? Is this... your so-called 'value'? A fact everyone already knows?"
His scarlet eye gleamed dangerously, and his tone abruptly sharpened. "What interests us more are those 'visitors from beyond'! Those beings who call themselves 'Hilling'! Their location! The composition of their power! Their... weaknesses! Tell me everything about the Hilling Empire! That is the only bargaining chip with which you