"I am not as weak as my brothers, Layak."
"Only true weaklings bow their heads to the four gods of the Warp. Only I know that, like the Emperor, they are not truly supreme gods of truth."
Just as all of Beta-Garmon was about to descend into utter chaos, Lorgar, whom Horus had ordered to retrieve Fulgrim, finally arrived at the place he had long sought.
This was no longer the material universe, but deep within the Warp. It was the bedchamber of the Prince of Pleasure, a place mortals might call—the Six Circles of Slaanesh.
"Beyond truth, I seek nothing else. What I have always believed in was never the four gods of Chaos, but the primordial truth that stands above them." The Great Word Bearer walked through the Warp with his son, the Illuminator staff in his hand gleaming as it guided their path.
"The distinction between gods and demons largely depends on the circumstances of the observer, my son."
Countless golden runes were branded across Lorgar's face, which bore an extraordinary resemblance to the Emperor's. They were proof of his former faith, now glittering beneath the nourishment of etheric power.
At his side, Zardu Layak, Dark Apostle of the Word Bearers, faithfully followed his gene-father. He considered his father's words before replying.
"That was something Angrath said, my lord."
The Great Word Bearer nodded in satisfaction. He greatly liked those words spoken by his beloved Angrath, though many often mistakenly believed them to be his own maxim.
He often used this interesting bit of knowledge to test others. If someone flattered him by claiming those words were Lorgar's true saying, the Great Word Bearer could see through that person's shallow nature.
Lorgar had not brought his main force with him. Though Guilliman had destroyed most of his