Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"Uh, actually, yes, we have always had this library. Magnus said, standing under the bright and pure glass windows of the Tizca Great Library, "Strictly speaking, I did not rebuild the entire Tizca. For example, in the Old Town, the area closest to the coast of Tizca, I did not adjust the buildings on the gentle slope. I don’t think it’s necessary to destroy the entertainment habits we have developed long ago. Yes, there are many entertainment venues out there, including markets, theaters, board games, jewelry and wig-making workshops...”

He knew enough to stop the introduction before listing all of Tizca's location types, and instead included a concluding statement: "That's it, we call Tizca the City of Light, my...brother."

"If you're not sure what to call me, just call me by my name."

Magnus breathed a sigh of relief subtly: "Yes, that is the purpose of names in conventional social life in a secular sense, Perturabo."

Perturabo seriously observed the various collections in the great library. In addition to the several-meter-high bookshelves and the countless books written in different languages ​​on the shelves, he had just passed several large and beautifully arranged treasures. Exhibition Hall, and the various exquisite works stored in the exhibition hall complement the brilliant decorations designed by skilled craftsmen around it.

"Have you finished learning all the languages ​​here?" a dull voice asked. The man in black robe's fingers, wrapped in clean cloth, traced a row of book spines on the library bookshelf, and stopped on a book with light green gilded text. He gently pulled out the book and read from the catalog.

The color in the red Primarch's bright eyes was fixed on the combination of emerald and gold, and his humility revealed a strong sense of pride: "Well, almost all of them. I have also memorized every book here, For example, what you have in your hand is a collection of poems from the old night, although only fragments of each work remain, and the author cannot be identified. "

Morse opens a chapter: "History is full of cunning lanes, patchwork corridors/and endings, she deceives us with whispering ambitions/guides us with vanity."

Magnus immediately picked up the following text: "Think about it/She gives when we are not paying attention/And she gives it in a charming way/The more she gives, the more people want it."

Morse handed the collection of poems to Perturabo, who came to him. The latter immediately continued reading along the lines of where Morse was looking, never allowing himself to fall out of the conversation: "...given too much. Late/given something that is not believed in; or, if it is still believed/it is only in the memory, a kind of aftertaste enthusiasm/given too early/given to fragile hands, deemed not needed/until rejection causes fear. ”

Morse smiled, "Sometimes I feel that poetry and prophecy are the same thing, which requires the listener to interpret it according to their subjective tendencies and find the position they think they have in the poetry - even if the poet may not have thought about it at all. Say that to the listener.”

Magnus immediately corrected his expression and tried to correct Morse very seriously in what he considered to be a professional field: "Poetry is like this, but in fact, prophecy is obviously a professional subject."

His expression told Morse that this young scholar was trying his best to come up with less academic terms that would be easier for others to understand.

"The vast ocean contains the roots of the past, reality and future. You need to weaken your connection with the material universe, liberate your body from the physical body, go deep into the vast ocean, observe the whirlpool of emotions and dimensions, and be sensitive to Open your consciousness to the essence of nothingness and welcome the fragments and cracks that transcend time and space. You must not disturb the original energy structure, but you must stop in time after capturing the target, retain and deepen the memory of the images you see, and record and analyze it afterwards. Distinguish between the images of tangible foresight and the imaginary mapping and framing medium of prophecy…”

"Do you have any special research on prophecies?" Perturabo asked while Magnus was speaking. Magnus was not annoyed at being interrupted. His high-speed thinking moved on to the next step without any stagnation. topic, after all, he really had too many things to say.

"Well, I am opening a school. I decided to call it Black Crow because I recently made a mechanical raven. We can look at it together in the future. It does not use the power of ether and only relies on the mechanical structure to make claws. , tail, wings, beak, torso... Well, prophecy has never been a mysterious witchcraft. The same is true for other application techniques of ether. Through more research, I will find out the reasons behind it all. law."

Perturabo nodded as he heard the mechanical structure.

When it comes to research projects, the only thing that can stop Magnus's eloquent introduction is Morse's unmoved eyes. This person who claimed to be his father's friend made Magnus feel uneasy for no reason from time to time, and Perturabo's nod made Magnus mistakenly think that his little brother wanted to hear this part of the prophecy.

He struggled for a moment and said: "Some of the books I wrote are included in this big library, and some are still in my residence. I want to build a big pyramid as my private sanctuary, and I will add more to it later." In-depth research books go into my pyramid.”

"Some of the teachings on the etheric winds and techniques for contacting the Prime Creator contain dangers that are inappropriate for a public library."

"You know this is dangerous." Morse said calmly, taking the book of poetry held by Perturabo and helping the boy put it back on the bookshelf that he could only reach by jumping up.

"Well, of course I know." Magnus said, "The energy of the ether can swallow the minds of mortals, and there are a few unfriendly and inferior creatures who want to eat their soul power. So I will not let unguided mortals To get into danger.”

"What about you?" asked Perturabo. "No danger to you?"

"Ah... to me? All I need is a thought to drive the predator away." Magnus smiled a little sheepishly, and it was hard to tell if his face was getting redder.

"I know very well how to observe the changing tides of the vast ocean, and I also know how to make the primordial winds obediently listen to my will. Well... In fact, scholars consider me worthy of being their mentor because I discovered the correct way to observe And the method of using ether.”

"As for how to hand over my methods to mortals, so that everyone can raise their perception to a higher level and see the truth and light I see, this will be a very complicated problem. I think I can open some College, write some enlightenment books..."

"By the way, you said you are artists," Magnus suddenly thought of this, and he happily shook his thick red hair that was barely held by the crown, "Can we design the appearance of buildings and books together? "

Morse made a very light breath from his nasal cavity. "Did your father ever say that you looked like him?"

"Really?" Magnus' face flashed with joy. "Is it really similar?"

Morse tapped his temple with his finger to indicate to others that he was remembering.

"I remember the Emperor wrote a letter many years ago looking forward to a better future." He said softly, "Let me repeat the core sentences. I remember him saying this-"

"——There must be other existences outside the universe. Beyond our sight and fingertips, higher-level forces will guide us and protect us." He swallowed a few irrelevant words, "I know that in our There is a higher world beyond dreams, and I believe there is good in it.”

Morse looked at Magnus, and there was no ups and downs in his tone that could reflect encouragement and praise: "So you and him are really similar."

Before Magnus became even redder with excitement, Morse added: "It's just that I need to remind you that the tenses used in this letter are all in the past tense, and the person's true attitude at the time is in the letter. Condensed in the present tense at the end: 'I don't want to go there,' he said.

The last paragraph is from Unmarked, written by the Emperor to Orpeson.