Another Fate Line
Now
Within the ever-radiant and glorious Solar System, a faint azure glow shrouded the star, providing faith and strength to all believers.
The most distant and dimmest planet from that eternal sun moved silently through its orbit. By the time sunlight reached it, it had become only a faint dark blue. This star, whose orbit was the most unusual, drifted along, utterly unremarkable to the naked eye.
But if one opened their Warp sight, they would see the enormous, abnormal Warp radiance enveloping this planet. Countless arrays spread across it, Warp tides washing over the world as billions of whispers Warp Jumped from it into the farther reaches of the Chaos Empire's starry skies.
This was Pluto—
The Solar System's second gateway. The Cthonic Gate upon it had forged a second stable passage between the Solar System and the outside world. The Astro-Telepathica was also stationed there, ceaselessly transmitting messages into the distance.
A Blue Horror shrieked as it ran across the hurried arrays of the Astropaths. Then it abruptly stopped, blinked, and tilted its head toward a flash of gold upon the array—normally, the colors composing the arrays were always those four basic colors, never gold.
The Horror did not yet know what was about to happen. It merely stared at the spot on the altar, but those intricate lines had already returned to bright blue, as if nothing had happened.
Tzeentch's daemon blinked and assumed it had seen wrong, hurrying away once more.
But the instant it left, that thread of gold flashed past again.
"Lupercal."
The Emperor blinked and spread his arms. The moment the two Primarchs saw him, his expression shifted from blank indifference into a smile, as though welcoming the two Primarchs walking toward him. His Horus gave him an enthusiastic