"Tell me what I should do."
Brutus finally asked the question weighing on his heart.
His voice echoed through the void of the Warp, carrying a complex mixture of despair and determination.
His consciousness floated in that sea of Chaos and distorted colors, surrounded by surging energies and ever-shifting phantoms, but his gaze was no longer lost or afraid.
He stared into the depths of Chaos, as though waiting for an answer.
The next second, the Chaos Storm dispersed. The churning energies and warped colors seemed to be smoothed by an invisible hand, becoming calm in an instant.
The whispers and noise echoing at the edges of his consciousness gradually faded as well, replaced by a profound silence, as though the universe itself were breathing.
Then those countless voices began to converge—the voices coming from every direction at once, some deep and others shrill, some like whispers and others like thunder.
They were no longer chaotic noises interfering with one another. Instead, they gradually merged and unified, forming a single, clear voice.
There was no emotion in that voice, no warmth, only an immutable solemnity, like an inscription carved into an ancient stone monument.
"We will help you, Brutus."
The voice echoed through the void, every word seeming to bear an immense weight that pressed upon his consciousness.
"That is why we chose you. Save your father and thwart the Dark King's schemes."
"The Dark King?" Brutus repeated the name he had never heard before, his brow tightly furrowed.
"What is that? I've never seen that name in any document or record."
"The so-called Dark King is your Emperor," the voice replied calmly, as though stating an established, unquestionable fact.
"He feeds upon the faith of billions and yearns to become a god. His goal is to destroy the Warp—to