The world around Soshyan suddenly collapsed.
He found himself in a magnificent space, with a blue dome dotted with stars above his head, and a colorful land illuminated by the sun beneath his feet. All the worlds in the vast universe merged into a giant tapestry, like the backdrop of a grand game. checkerboard.
On that chessboard, a magnificent epic is beginning.
Thousands of empires, majestic strategies, and countless races are involved in it, playing out a drama of rise and fall, strife, and war.
Unification, annihilation, reconstruction, annexation, invasion, expansion and enlightenment all flashed before his eyes.
And he was sitting in a big chair high up, with a panoramic view of everything in the world.
But the next second, the unrealistic whirlpool suddenly appeared and pulled him, its unrestricted and terrifying power leveraging his control over the material world.
Soshyan maintains peripheral awareness of himself and his surroundings; he can feel his own body and even see his own flesh and blood.
He observed this body as complex as the Milky Way at a microscopic level, examining the countless atoms that make up the whole body one by one, splitting the essence of his life into the tiniest genetic information, as if using a prism to skillfully filter out the light. Its colorful components.
At this moment, he seemed to be a universe.
Suddenly, a strong feeling of falling surrounded him, and the next moment he had fallen from the world.
Falling into a huge space surrounded by black rocks, this place is so big, no less than a world, and only the black walls extending to the endless sky can be seen through the mist in the distance.
The walls surround the body and surround the spirit, and in this completely tangible prison, all the shackles of meditation disappear.
Soshyan wanted to stand up, but found himself sitting on a throne with stars, life and destruction on it.
There are no other furnishings in this space. The throne stands on a high platform close to a high wall, and chaotic runes snake on the swirling floor.
For some reason, Soshyan felt very angry. He wanted to roar, but couldn't open his mouth. He wanted to stand up, but was restrained on the throne.
When he raised his head again, he saw a huge body that transcended the ability of thinking and language emerging from the towering black walls.
They were so majestic and huge that Soshyan felt like he was a bacterium.
But he knew very well that they were staring at him, as if it was a trial.
When the fury reached its extreme, Soshyan finally let out his roar:
"A bunch of betrayers!!"
He broke free, stood up, and even broke free from his own body.
He began to expand, gradually becoming huge, until he saw that place——
The Warp, it presents a tumbling tunnel that descends endlessly into realms of madness and potential.
Soshyan shattered the wall, rushed into the tunnel, and began to travel through the violent changes in the subspace, searching, testing, and thinking.
His spirit flew over the unrealistic collision waves, and the violent current made him soar excitedly, while the shadow that had just stopped and not yet taken on a clear shape threatened with a dark omen.
Although the concept of space is meaningless, nodes in the Warp are related to specific points in the physical world.
When he presses his spirit closer to these intersections of reality and irrationality, it seems that if he pushes a little harder, he will penetrate the veil again and emerge from the sky in different areas of the galaxy.
It was at this time that something called him.
At first it was distant and unclear, but his mind responded to the disturbance as if there was something important to know.
Then he turned to it.
Soon, thunder - not heard but felt, echoed into his being.
A storm formed in front of him, accumulating a fusion of non-existent colors, like creation and destruction fighting each other.
The storm grew stronger, and it stared at him, a swirling eye.
There was something important here, huge and building, and though he couldn't see its nature, he knew he couldn't ignore it.
Soshyan let the storm's outer turbulence pull him closer, painfully violent eddies as he approached.
He could barely look at it, the tidal meaning lingering on the edge of him, but at the last moment he felt the maw opening to swallow him and recoiled.
Soon he was approaching again, along the edge of the dream whirlwind.
Instead of facing it, he tried to feel the far side.
This storm was huge, roaring with unparalleled potential power, and secrets gathered at the edges that had not yet been revealed, reaching out to him, inviting him.
It wanted him to be a part of this dance, and seduced him into the wonders of this place.
He should see them, he should know them, he should become them.
Because soon everything will be swept away by revelation.
Soshyan did not know the nature of the truth that called to him, but he saw its power and resisted it.
He struggled with all his strength to stay above the storm, trying to sense what was on the other side of its center.
When he glanced out of the storm, he saw a fragment of the secret, grabbed it, and escaped from the storm with a cry.
But before he could open his hand to see what the secret was, the world collapsed——
"I--"
Soshyan woke up and found that he had been standing in front of the floating cube at some point. It was as big as a Leman Russ, and the weird runes on it exuded a dim red light. After Soshyan woke up, Fading away like a dying fire.
And when he lowered his head, he saw that he had stretched out his arm and pressed it on the cube.
"You seemed to be sleepwalking and walked up there by yourself."
At the bottom of the steps, Talos said softly, with some strange fear.
"Every time I try to touch you, I will be bounced away by a huge force, and you ignore the time force field surrounding this thing and just walk in."
"Time force field——?"
Soshyan retracted his arm, but his mind was still a mess.
"Huh? It seems to have been closed?"
Talos hesitated for a moment, then finally stepped onto the stairs.
Indeed, as he thought, the time force field protecting this mysterious cube disappeared. This time force field is not the same concept as the human stasis force field. The time inside is not static, but chaotic.
It is possible that one second it was a hundred years and the next second it was two hundred years.
"This thing - what exactly is it?"
Soshyan looked at the cube. He vaguely felt that he knew what it was called, but he couldn't tell it.
"I have to ask you."
Talos sighed softly and walked to Soshyan.
"Although it's not my place to say this,... Soshyan, you must remain vigilant about the power within you."
