Some powerful Psykers could use their psychic abilities to glimpse the future.
This was nothing extraordinary. The futures seen by most Psykers were scattered and fragmented, and it was often difficult even to tell whether they were real.
In Lox's view, these psychic prophecies bore considerable resemblance to the ancient Terran ritual known as divination, allowing one to foresee fortune and misfortune before events came to pass.
Especially under the influence of the Warp, time was not linear in the conventional sense. It could twist and reverse, and even cause the past and future to overlap.
"Now that I am here, what do you have to say to this unpredictable man you spoke of?"
Lox was quite curious about what astonishing words the Word Bearer before him might utter.
"You do not belong to this era, yet the mark of the God-Emperor has long been upon you."
Lox froze almost imperceptibly. What did he mean, the mark of the God-Emperor had long been upon him?
He had never even met the Emperor, the lord of mankind.
"I cannot possibly be mistaken. You bear the aura of the God-Emperor's favor. It feels like a cold sun. There can be no falsehood in it."
The hermit's resolute expression actually left Lox uncertain. Uneasily, he recalled Guilliman's speculation: that the Chief was one of the Emperor's identities.
"That is impossible. I would sooner believe that some random passerby I met on the road was the Emperor than that this pretentious fraud was him."
Lox could not accept placing the two on equal terms. The former was the person he respected most, while the latter, though his deeds were equally great, conducted himself in ways Lox could not condone.
"I have no earth-shattering words to tell you. Only this: live. You are part of