After speaking with Uslan, Lox immediately felt somewhat unsettled.
What lay behind all this seemed somewhat different from what he had imagined, more complex and obscure.
"You need not be so anxious. The outcome on Terra has yet to be decided. That Wolf Lord blessed by the great powers of the Warp may not necessarily defeat humanity's brilliant and formidable master," Uslan consoled him.
If Horus did not have the support of those Warp gods behind him, Uslan would not have favored those traitors at all.
On the surface, this war was a rebellion started by Horus, but in essence, it was a war between the Warp gods and the Emperor of humanity.
Humans themselves might not have had much understanding of it, but as a member of the Aeldari, Uslan knew very well just how terrifying that master of humanity was.
Though he appeared human, Uslan had once caught a veiled glimpse in the Warp of his true nature: a golden sun that continuously radiated cold ripples.
To be honest, Uslan had never seen a creature from the material universe possess such terrifying psychic power. Even the ancient Aeldari who could casually crush stars were as harmless as lambs before that man.
Perhaps only the wise among the Old Ones could compare to him?
Uslan did not even dare draw too close to that being's presence in the Warp. To humanity, it was merely cold sunlight; to xenos life and daemons, it was the deadliest poison.
Even the terrifying Warp daemons only dared refer to him by titles such as the Cursed One—a treatment usually reserved for the four supreme Warp gods.
Of course, Uslan did not explain these scattered thoughts to Lox. They were hardly glorious, and saying them aloud would inevitably be embarrassing.
*If the Aeldari had