With Sanguinius's complete awakening, the space here, shaped by the power of the Warp, began to collapse.
It drew its energy from the Warp, yet had been built upon the Angel's beliefs. The Greater Daemon of Chaos, Madai, was the master of this trial illusion. At the instigation of The Empyrean, it had carried out this entire series of schemes.
The four Chaos Gods had provided it with support and aid. Otherwise, the power of a single Greater Daemon of Chaos could never have laid so many traps and planted so much groundwork. It was an apostle of The Empyrean, and it had come solely for Sanguinius.
It raged in confusion and regret, wondering why flaws had still shown through in its performance.
That damned Cursed One—how could it possibly know how the Lord of Humanity spoke to his own sons? If the four Chaos Gods had not shielded it, that cold sun in the Warp would likely have noticed Madai the moment it committed this blasphemy.
Then, no matter how far away it was, the cold sun would burn it alive, wiping out even its very essence.
"I painstakingly studied how a qualified human father should converse and communicate with his children. I consulted tens of thousands of samples and devoured the memories of tens of thousands of loving fathers, all to craft the Cursed One's likeness. Yet there were still mistakes."
"How exactly did the Cursed One act as a father? Being kinder to his children was what gave me away?"
Madai cursed inwardly, but it only dared think it. If it dared curse the other by name, then once the four gods' protection faded, it would be dead for certain.
Sanguinius, Lox, and the others fought as they withdrew, retreating toward the exposed portal.
Though the strongest