This time, the Emperor who appeared before Aaron felt somewhat strange.
Compared with the supremely sacred, golden, magnificent visage shrouded in endless miracles and light that Aaron remembered, only half the Emperor's body and face remained in that state. His other half had taken on a gray aspect. His features were still divine and handsome, but no longer bathed in golden light. His hair was still glossy black, but lacked the vitality it had possessed when he once walked the earth. Instead, an indescribable energy enveloped half his body.
What was that?
Aaron carefully studied the energy surrounding the Emperor's imposing form.
What was it-a divine spark? Warp energy? A divine portfolio? Or the... source behind the secret of the Emperor's birth?
Aaron did not know. The Emperor's existence before him had transcended his understanding, and the complexity of that energy exceeded the scope of his knowledge. He could not decipher the change that had come over the Emperor, nor could he use his Chaos power to analyze where these things originated.
A voice in his heart warned him: Danger. Extreme danger. Stay away.
The Emperor radiated cold.
Terrible cold. It was a shock to his entire system, freezing his bones, chilling his soul, and numbing his mind.
Cold white flames burned along the half of the Emperor's body covered in pale energy. The Master of Mankind was watching him, yet Aaron could discern no emotion whatsoever on the pale half of his face. Only when Aaron looked at the golden half did he finally find a familiar expression.
If the former Master of Mankind had represented absolute reason and wisdom, then the pale half had not even retained reason. All Aaron could sense was "nothingness." A blurred image flashed before his eyes: Slaanesh's Grand Theatre, once magnificent and sprawling