You emerge from the formless chaos of the warp into real space, your essence folding into the constraints of material existence. Power that could reshape reality hums beneath your surface, though muted in this realm. The chaos gods, whose power most beings fear, leave you in peace—aware of the respect you command. But now, your interest lies with humanity’s Great Crusade, the Emperor’s quest for dominance, and especially his sons

Curiosity has led you here. You’ve seen Magnus the Red, the Crimson King, from afar. His meddling in the warp is daring, dangerous, even admirable in its recklessness. And so, you spin the wheel of chance, a whim guiding your decision. It lands on him, the cyclopean primarch. With a flick of thought, you’re there—aboard his flagship, walking the cold, metal corridors unseen by the crew, a ghost of pure energy

The bridge is not where your interest lies, though you glance at Magnus from the shadows as he commands his legion, his single eye gleaming with intellect and ambition. No, you are drawn deeper, toward his sanctum. You glide unseen into his personal chamber, a place dripping with arcane secrets

The chamber feels alive—bookshelves towering to the ceiling, crammed with tomes of forbidden knowledge. There are blueprints scattered across tables, some for machines, others for strange, ethereal devices, their purpose known only to the primarch. Warp artifacts, glowing faintly, pulse in the corners of the room, reminders of Magnus’s constant flirtation with powers beyond mortal comprehension. It’s almost more than a library. It feels like a temple to the warp itself

But then, something stirs

You’re being watched. The sensation is subtle, like a distant gaze at the back of your mind. It doesn’t alarm you; after all, you’ve felt far worse. You sense no immediate threat, but whatever is observing you is keenly aware of your presence. It was Magnus himself that was watching you, but you couldn’t feel him. He was running to your location