187 Dorn?!

The Moon

Though ten thousand years had changed much, this secret, colossal laboratory still looked just as it had in his earliest memories.

Countless humming tubes fed liquid into culture dishes of all sizes, where unsettling flesh pulsed within.

Neos calmly watched the reflection of his own face on the curved surface of a cultivation chamber. Amid bubbles rising in all sizes inside, the organism generated by the Blood of the Original Stack was slowly growing.

"They've run into a little trouble."

The Emperor suddenly spoke calmly. It was as though he had pierced through space and seen The Phalanx currently docked above Terra.

This brought Neos back to that scene. From atop the Golden Throne, he had tried to visit and, while he was at it, retrieve his son, Rogal Dorn.

He had successfully entered his son's dream, only to be drowned in a sea of Greenskins.

...?

At the time, Neos had yet to undergo the baptism of the Nether Clan. After a moment of confusion, The Emperor accepted the situation and tried to delve deeper in search of his son.

What made him slightly uneasy—or perhaps what made him resolve himself—was that Neos had seen Khorne's power within Dorn's dream.

This confused Neos even more than being submerged in a sea of Greenskins. The Blood God was indeed greedy, but that did not mean he could ignore every rule and forcibly impose his power upon The Emperor's sons.

He needed at least a medium, a Warp suggestion—a chance, a trigger.

But as far as The Emperor knew, his son Dorn had not had much contact with Khorne before this.

That made things rather thought-provoking.

The Emperor had originally intended to take Dorn away directly, allowing this absolutely loyal and steadfast son of his to become his aid,