In the Warp...
(Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, Slaanesh.
Amon, the Xel'Naga, the Burning Legion, Sargeras.
Yogg-Saron, C'Thun, N'Zoth, Y'Shaarj.
The Void Lords, the Leviathans, the Reapers, the Gravemind.
The Endless... and Mara.)
This place—the Warp—was a mirror, a twisted reflection of reality. Here, time, space, and physics held no meaning. It was an absolute domain of chaos, where concept, memory, and pure emotion were more real than form.
In this realm of madness and thought, a sound broke the eternal shrieking silence.
A cry.
A child's cry?
A wail of rage?
Or perhaps... both?
The beings of the Warp paused. Gods of madness, hatred, rot, seduction, void, and vengeance—all turned toward the source. Something new had entered their domain.
Then, it appeared.
A golden sun—not warm, but cold.
Holy, yet distant.
A divine paradox.
Its rays burned without fire, disintegrating entire legions of lesser warp-spawn into dust. Screaming, clawing, vaporized by light too sacred for abomination to bear.
> "Revenge? Destruction? Hatred? Ego? Greed? Ambition?"
A deep voice echoed across the realms.
> "And yet… Hope? Love? Sacrifice? Courage? Justice? Perseverance?"
These were the concepts swirling around this newborn god. A contradiction. A unity. The golden sun was not a god of one ideal—it was balance, forged in struggle and sacrifice.
One by one, the ancient beings watched.
The blue labyrinthian monster paused, squinting at the distant light.
> "This power… Why does it feel so familiar… and yet… alien?"
The red warlord upon his throne of skulls roared.
> "What is this… this divine mockery of destruction?!"
Even the bloated green horror, wallowing in its pit of disease and false life, gurgled:
> "A flame… not of decay, but rebirth…"
And in the realm of vengeance and doom, Mara stirred.
The 18 eldritch entities, each bound to their own domain of terror, turned toward the rising golden star. And for the first time in eons, they felt it—
Fear.
A threat unlike any before.
They raged, shrieked, roared—but they were trapped, chained to the laws of the Warp. In the material universe, they were little more than shadows.
But he—
He had breached the divide.