Magnus cooperated with Evan and briefly held it in—uh, kept it bottled up.
The Emperor's body began to tremble. A Warp rift appeared, the stasis field above began to deactivate, and the lingering spacetime-stasis particles were annihilated at an astonishing rate.
The Emperor now resembled some poor old bastard who had been constipated for centuries, only to discover he had eaten something bad and developed diarrhea on top of the constipation.
While Magnus desperately held it in, the Emperor was about to burst.
During Evan's mere 0.001 seconds of connection, a terrifying amount of faith had already accumulated on the Emperor's end. The instant Magnus opened the floodgates, it surged violently into Evan's body.
In an instant, Evan felt himself standing upon an Ecclesiarchy shrine, surrounded by ringing bells, music, and dancing. Enormous Gothic churches rose from the ground, springing up around him one after another, while thousands upon thousands of priests, Sisters of Battle, and Grey Knights knelt nearby...
It was the grandest spectacle in the Imperium of Man. Evan felt as though he were a statue of the Emperor hundreds of feet tall. Sacred symbols appeared around him, Imperial Aquilas of every design—gold, silver-white, and purple. Each rank and station had its own Aquila emblem.
The calls made his head swell. They chanted one name without pause, like the whispers of a Dark God, except this time it was the faithful whispering to their "god," endlessly urging him to become a deity.
His surroundings kept changing. Sometimes magnificent, stately churches overlapped with shattered ruins. The sight of a scantily clad Sister of Battle kneeling in her own "boudoir" overlapped with an Astra Militarum Commissar chanting "The Emperor protects" on the battlefield.
More and more light flooded Evan's mind like a revolving lantern. He served as a filter, stripping