A Primarch grew at a speed no mortal could imagine.
In the mere year he spent wandering the Sea of Death with Enoch, Lorgar's body fully developed into that of an adult. He stood over two meters tall, upright and powerfully built, like a statue of a hero from ancient legend. He had long, silky black hair and a face handsome enough to put the stars to shame. Most captivating of all were his eyes, which seemed to hold the mysteries of the entire universe, filled with an innate, compelling charisma.
But he was not happy.
At night, he often climbed the tallest dune alone and gazed up at the magnificent, boundless river of stars above Colchis, his eyes filled with profound uncertainty and longing.
"Teacher Enoch," he asked the calm old priest beside him more than once, "who created all of this? Who lit those stars? Behind the suffering we endure, the separations and deaths we experience, is there a supreme being silently watching over us? What, in the end, is the meaning of our existence?"
These ultimate philosophical questions seared his soul like flames, day and night.
Enoch, the old man whose form Liu Zhipeng had assumed, never stifled his curiosity. Unlike the priests of the Holy Covenant Church, he did not answer him with a thick scripture filled with contradictions and lies.
He chose to answer Lorgar's theological questions with suffering at its most real.
"Do you want to know the answers, Lorgar? Measure this land with your feet. Feel the pulse of your fellow people with your heart."
They left the uninhabited Sea of Death and began entering areas where humans lived.
One day, they passed an oasis village. It was suffering an unprecedented drought. The spring at the center of the oasis had dried