Professor X Charles Xavier's consciousness space had already transformed into a boundless torrent of memories, filled with iron blood, glory, sacrifice, and endless darkness.
This was not a simple replay of images, but an almost complete miniature world etched into Neos's soul by ten thousand years of rule and war.
Charles's consciousness was like a small boat struggling upon this violent sea of memories.
He "experienced" the bloody wars that unified Terra, witnessing countless giant warriors remold the divided human world into one beneath the Emperor's banner. The grand spectacle and unwavering conviction once stirred his heart.
Following in the Emperor's footsteps, he took part in the magnificent Great Crusade, witnessing human fleets sail into unknown seas of stars, reclaim lost territory, and fight all manner of xenos threats.
So these powerful outsiders were humans too?
They too had fought such brutal wars among the stars for the continuation of their species?
Yet his initial admiration was swiftly drowned beneath endless war and sacrifice.
Planetary landing battles one after another, bloody struggles against all kinds of hideous xenos, the fearless sacrifices of the Astartes, even conflicts and betrayals among the Primarchs... The long memories of war were like an endless torture, repeatedly washing over and tormenting Charles's mind.
He was utterly exhausted, feeling as though his consciousness was about to be assimilated by this endless slaughter and Destruction.
But the true nightmare was yet to come.
When the torrent of memories inevitably reached that dimension filled with madness and whispers—the Warp—and the Chaos gods lurking within it, feeding upon the emotions of all living beings, Charles's defenses were shattered.
Khorne's slaughter-lust, as boundless as a sea of blood; Tzeentch's labyrinth of deceit woven from countless schemes; Nurgle's Plague Garden, filled with decay and "love"; Slaanesh's abyss of ultimate sensual temptation...