"What do you mean?"
A trace of confusion crossed Curze's expression.
His gaze shifted from Lorgar, bathed in holy light, to Anna's expressionless metal face beside him.
He had just used his foresight to look into the future. In his vision, Colchis was coming back to life, and Lorgar stood amid golden radiance, revered by all.
Nothing unusual had appeared in the vision.
Yet Anna's words were like a stone cast into a still lake, stirring faint ripples in his heart.
He frowned and pressed her. "What did you see? Or did you sense something?"
"Lorgar, he's become..." Anna's voice paused, her azure eyes flickering slightly.
"Very strange, but I don't know how to describe it."
"His power, his words, the way he acts—it's all so perfect that it's... unnatural."
"Perfect?" Curze's frown deepened. He followed Anna's gaze back to Lorgar, to that white-robed figure with six wings gently spread.
Lorgar was speaking quietly to Hercules. Every movement was just right, every smile settling precisely onto that face suffused with divinity.
But Curze understood what Anna meant. He was too perfect, so perfect that there was no sense of anything "human" about him.
"Once the rebellion has been put down, I'm going to talk to him." Anna withdrew her gaze and turned to Curze.
"And as Lorgar's brother, you should talk to him more." She nudged Curze with her shoulder as she spoke casually.
"I will." Curze sighed.
He glanced at Lorgar, and countless images flashed through his prophetic eyes in that instant.
He saw Lorgar bowing his head in contemplation beneath the golden Throne, saw him speaking to some indescribable entity in the boundless void, saw him standing among countless burning planets, facing a sky of chaos alone.
Those images flashed past like fragments, not one clear or complete.