The Emperor and the Chief

"Time and space here had long since collapsed and warped."

"My sons, along with those brave and fearless warriors, had been scattered across different timelines by the temporal storms stirred up by the Four Gods."

"Everything was both real and illusory; the difference lay in but a single thought."

Deep within the dark Vengeful Spirit, the endlessly layered and nested spaces gradually separated and disintegrated before the Emperor's eyes.

Fully armed, the Master of Mankind gripped the Emperor's Sword and advanced through the darkness.

He could sense Horus's location, but between them lay warped, chaotic time and space. The distance separating them was not merely spatial, but temporal as well.

At the Emperor's side, only a handful of the Imperium's strongest and most loyal warriors remained.

A Custodian named Kaldor Draigo, Garviel Loken of the Luna Wolves, and Litu, one of the Astartes prototypes.

No fewer than six Primarchs had already been separated from him. The primordial malice of the Warp could no longer restrain its desires.

They greedily extended their tentacles, dividing up the most precious beings in existence one by one.

Now was the perfect opportunity. The Emperor was bound by the Vengeful Spirit, and the Primarchs had been separated from their Legions.

The Emperor could sense that Dorn, his most steadfast and indomitable son, had been surrounded and restrained by the Blood God's domain.

This most brutal and bloodthirsty evil god apparently was not satisfied with Angron, who was already in its grasp, and had turned to forcibly corrupt Dorn.

"His corruption was exceedingly simple and crude. He would plunge Dorn into endless slaughter, wearing away his reason and composure. So long as Dorn felt even the faintest pleasure or release from killing, the Blood God would seize the crack in his mind."

"Dorn possessed the strongest