When Horus raised his warhammer against him, Chaghatai's last shred of hope was shattered.
He had done everything he could, exhausting every argument in an attempt to guide Horus back, only to drink the bitter wine of failure in the end.
There was no other way. They could only fight.
The Khan raised his White Tiger Vicious Blade. The Machine Spirit within this ancient weapon was already thrilled by the bloody battle about to unfold.
His vision flickered. When he looked around again, he was no longer upon the deck of his flagship.
"This is my world, Chaghatai."
"You are the first visitor."
Endless darkness surrounded him. An absolute sense of emptiness gnawed at Chaghatai's will, and he immediately understood that he was engaged in a contest of spiritual will with Horus.
Anyone with even the slightest flaw in their will would be assimilated by this dark world in an instant, losing themselves to the void.
Chaghatai released his own psychic power. The people of Chogoris never deliberately flaunted their strength, but that did not mean they lacked it.
White lightning and storms appeared within the dark space. With every step Chaghatai took, the darkness beneath his feet was driven back and illuminated.
Chaghatai vaguely sensed that the power he wielded seemed to be inextricably linked to his very essence.
He was the white lightning storm. This was not merely a figure of speech, but a literal sameness of existence.
Yet the feeling was incomparably vague. Chaghatai only felt the Warp calling for him to break free of his restraints and embrace his true self, but he did not know whether this was another vicious lie and deception.
Lightning surged at his fingertips. Within the Warp, a primarch seemed capable of wielding power far greater than in the material universe,