Horus's consciousness sank into the Sea of Souls.
His spectral self floated in a boundless dimension composed of pure emotion and thought, surrounded by churning, ever-changing colors and light, sometimes like brilliant auroras, sometimes like boiling Magma, sometimes like the depths of a star-filled sky.
He could feel countless emotions surging around him.
Joy, sorrow, anger, hope, despair, love, hate...
Every emotion humanity could experience churned, collided, and intertwined in this Sea of Souls in its purest, most primal form.
Four distinct figures in the Warp turned to look at Horus simultaneously from four directions.
Those four figures had no fixed forms. Sometimes they resembled enormous creatures condensed from energy, sometimes indistinct humanoid silhouettes shrouded in light, sometimes geometric shapes beyond any three-dimensional understanding.
But their presence was so intense, so oppressive, that beneath their gaze, Horus's spectral self felt as though four mountains were crushing him at once, suffocating him.
"Join us, Horus..." The first figure spoke, its voice like roiling lava, carrying a scorching heat filled with rage and power.
"Join us, and you can atone for your mistakes..." The second figure's voice was like bubbles rising from a rotting swamp, thick with corruption and temptation.
"Join us, and you can have everything you desire..." The third figure's voice was like the whisper of a deceitful serpent, sly and steeped in deception and calculation.
"Join us, and you can change that destined fate..." The fourth figure's voice brimmed with pleasure, its soft tones carrying waves of temptation.
Countless whispers rang in Horus's ears, like thousands upon thousands of bees buzzing inside his mind, making his spectral self tremble amid the chaos.
Some voices were shrill, some deep, some like a lover's murmurs, some like an enemy's curses. They flooded his senses from every direction at once, seeking to