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Chapter 25: Journey to the Three-Body World
"Allowing psykers to manifest without guidance courts disaster," the Emperor spoke, His voice carrying the weight of ten thousand years of foresight, "yet brutal suppression alone cannot solve the fundamental problem."
"If those souls already dwell within torment's embrace, how can we expect them to resist the honeyed lies of Chaos?" His golden features bore the expression of one who had witnessed humanity's fall countless times across the ages.
"No mortal will defend a realm that brings them only anguishâthey will seek its destruction by whatever means present themselves."
"If we were to have our people reject the Ruinous Powers, we must demonstrate what measure of fulfillment they might achieve through such rejection."
"As time progresses, humanity is destined to birth ever more psykers, until the entire species evolves into a new psychically-awakened race."
"We must establish scholams to guide those blessed and cursed with psionic talent, that they might learn mastery over their own capabilities."
"Psykers gathered in concentration create vulnerabilities," the Emperor noted the flaw within Raven's proposal. "Their souls burn bright within the Sea of Souls, drawing the attention of those entities that feast upon such radiance."
"Then gather them upon desolate worlds, watched over by the Silent Sisterhood, and deploy orbital extermination weaponsâCyclonic Torpedoes and their kin."
"Should any scholam lose containment and become a nest for warp-spawn, these cleansing weapons shall scour the entire planet clean."
"In this manner, even should psykers lose control, the damage remains contained."
"Those students who successfully complete their training may be conscripted into specialized roles, strengthening the Imperium's capabilities."
"Warp navigation and astropathic communication both depend upon psykersâthe Imperium's expansion requires these gifted souls who can harness the immaterium's power."
The Emperor studied Raven intently, conflict flickering within His ancient gaze. After long contemplation, He nodded with imperial resolve.
"Very well. I shall implement your counsel."
"Excellent, Big Guy," Raven said with undisguised excitement.
The Emperor inquired, "What curriculum would you prescribe for these psionic scholams?"
"Naturally, they must learn to control their gifts and master techniques for combating warp entities."
"They require instruction in divination, and the crafting of psychically-attuned equipment and weapons."
When questioned about the scholam's organization, Raven's enthusiasm reached fever pitch.
"I have even conceived a name for the academy: Hogwarts."
"We could employ a Sorting Hat to assign students to different houses based upon their personalities and aptitudes."
"We shall introduce harmless psychic creatures for students to practice upon, select the worthy to train as daemon hunters, and teach them monster-slaying techniques and... Gwent."
"Of course, all these academies must include one vital curriculum: the study of utilizing psychic powers to create the galaxy's most delicious condiments and fried sustenance."
"Any psyker who cannot produce exquisite sauces and fried foods remains fundamentally unqualified."
As the Emperor and Valdor listened, expressions of profound bewilderment crossed their features.
Everything prior had been mere preamble, hadn't it? Condiments and fried foodsâthose were your true objectives all along.
The Emperor adopted Raven's suggestions, establishing the Silent Sisterhood and the organization that would become known as the Vigil Opertii, while constructing psionic scholams upon various barren worlds throughout the growing Imperium.
He dispatched qualified instructors to guide those pure-hearted children blessed with psionic potential, screening the most strongest-willed students to form daemon-hunting orders.
Chapters of the Silent Sisterhood and Vigil Opertii would maintain stations near these scholams, ready to respond should containment fail.
Following the complete liberation of the Peta Kanas System, the Emperor directed accompanying Imperial officials to work with resistance leaders in establishing new planetary governance.
Simultaneously, He arranged for Adeptus Mechanicus contingents to provide technical support to these nascent administrations.
His commands were absolute: the system must rapidly resume industrial production and rebuild civilized society, preparing to contribute to the Great Crusade and serve the burgeoning Imperium.
With these arrangements completed, the expeditionary force prepared for departure. Under the watchful eyes of countless grateful citizens, the ships in low orbit ignited their drives in sequence, each vessel blazing with stellar radiance as they climbed toward the void.
When the fleet departed low orbit and began its journey toward the system's edge, many among the populace wept openly.
They understood with crushing certainty that they would never again witness the Human Lord who had delivered them from darkness and sworn to shield them from harm.
The fleet required two standard days to navigate to the system's Mandeville Point for safe warp translation.
Raven calculated this interval sufficient for dimensional transit to a new universeâa journey that would anchor temporal flow such that, regardless of time spent in alternate realities, only a single day would elapse in their home dimension.
"Big Guy, we have dwelt within this universe long enough. The time has come to venture forth into a new realm and fulfill our mission of altering destiny's course."
"Agreed."
The Emperor raised no objectionâHe required additional technologies to compensate for the Imperium's deficiencies. With Raven's assistance, His grand design possessed a greater margin for error.
No longer must He rush to conquer the entire galaxy through desperate haste. He could proceed with methodical certainty, taking whatever time proved necessary.
"Bring the Golden Custodian as wellâlet him witness new worlds."
Raven had not forgotten the grand promise made to Valdor during their earlier conversation.
Valdor's eyes widened with surprise; he had not expected Raven to remember that pledge. He had assumed it mere casual conversation.
The Emperor observed Valdor, sensing the anticipation radiating from His most trusted guardian, and nodded with paternal approval.
"Then he shall accompany us."
"Excellent! Let us depart immediately!" Raven proclaimed.
His obsidian form erupted in brilliant luminescence, expanding into cascading light that formed a spacetime conduit.
"Proceed!" The Emperor gestured for Valdor to advance.
After both figures stepped into the swirling radiance, they traversed the barriers between realities, emerging directly within an entirely new universe.
The Chaos Gods felt the disturbance.
Alterations to predetermined fate had long since captured their malevolent attention. Yet they could never locate the source of such changes.
When the Emperor traveled through spacetime, they sensed the dimensional breach and unleashed their collective might, seeking to identify the source of their frustration.
Terrible power stirred the Sea of Souls, generating storm after storm of warp-born fury.
But their efforts yielded nothing.
The disorienting sensation of dimensional transit faded.
The Emperor, consciousness restored, surveyed His surroundings.
Yellow sand filled the air while the sky bore a hazy, oppressive quality. In the distance stood several ancient structures buried beneath thick layers of accumulated sand.
As with His initial journey to the Super God Universe, His physical form had diminished by half, leaving Him merely two meters in height. His weapons and armor had vanished, replaced by slightly oversized civilian garments.
He attempted to channel psychic power.
The warp seemed solidified here, resistant to His will.
In His native universe, a single thought could manifest psionic flames capable of consuming entire cities.
Here, He could summon only meager sparks.
"Are this universe's physical laws so restrictive?" The Emperor experimented several times before accepting the limitation.
"Valdor!" the Emperor called out. "Raven!"
"Big Guy, I'm here."
Raven flew over from nearby, wings beating as he settled upon the Emperor's shoulder.
"Have you located Valdor?" the Emperor inquired.
"He's over there," Raven indicated a direction.
The Emperor walked over and discovered Valdor, who had also undergone physical reduction. The Captain-General of the Legio Custodes had become a two-meter-tall figure of powerful musculature, currently unconscious upon the sandy ground.
Raven explained, "It's a side effect of dimensional transitâhis body requires several hours to adapt before he can function normally within this reality."
"Where have we arrived?" the Emperor asked.
"We are currently on Terra within the Three-Body Universe, during the period of the Great Ravaging, when most regions began succumbing to desertification."
"What is our next objective?" the Emperor continued. "How do we alter the critical fate node?"
"We must reach the nearest human settlement first," Raven replied.
"What distance must we cover? Is transportation available nearby?"
The Emperor glanced at the unconscious Valdor, then at Raven.
"Approximately thirty to forty kilometers. I have located a vehicle."
"If you lubricate the chain mechanism with available oil, it should prove functional."
Raven guided the Emperor to a human-powered tricycle within an abandoned structure, along with some expired lubricant.
The Emperor stared at the rust-covered tricycle, profound dismay crossing His features.
"Raven, I am the Master of Mankind, supreme ruler of the Imperium, conqueror of worlds, the Omnissiah, God of All Machines, Emperor of all humanity..."
Raven quickly interrupted, "Stop with the titles, Big Guyâthe tricycle can't accommodate that many passengers."
"Don't complain like a spoiled noble. Even if you instantly ascended to Chaos Godhood right now, you'd still need to pedal this contraption to get Valdor out of this wasteland."
The Emperor accepted reality with resigned dignity.
He lifted the unconscious Valdor into the tricycle's cargo compartment, then with imperial fortitude began pedaling the vehicle toward the nearest human settlement, Raven perched upon his shoulder providing directions.
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