Among the stars, a Battle Barge belonging to the Thousand Sons sailed onward.
Its hull was long and eerily shaped, like a twisted blade gliding silently through the depths of the Sea of Stars.
The armor plates along its flanks were densely engraved with psychic runes. They seemed alive, flowing with a faint blue glow in the darkness, like silent rivers slowly crawling over the metal.
This Battle Barge, named the Shadow of Paradox, was the flagship of Mobius, a sorcerer of the Thousand Sons' Time Cult.
Among the ranks of the future Thousand Sons, the Time Cult was the most mysterious branch. Its members were obsessed with manipulating time and exploring every possibility of the future and the past.
Mobius was undoubtedly one of its most dangerous members.
His form had long since become twisted.
The armor that had endured countless battles and blessings of Chaos had fused with his flesh, with crystal-like formations of psychic energy growing from its joints and gaps.
Pale blue armor covered his face, leaving none of it exposed.
Several arms had grown from his back, gifts of the powers of Chaos.
Those arms extended from either side of his spine like a spider's limbs. Their fingers were long and supple, each fingertip shimmering with psychic energy.
Moreover, he did not come from this time.
Mobius came from the 40th millennium, ten thousand years in the future, an age when the Galaxy was shrouded in even greater turmoil and the power of Chaos permeated every stretch of the Sea of Stars.
He had returned to this very moment to fulfill the instructions of Tzeentch, the God of Wisdom.
Tzeentch had promised him an answer—an answer about the nature of time and the truth of fate.
The price was the completion of two tasks in