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You nod. You will remain here and witness the summoning. Whatever that may entail. You have fought many foes during the Great Crusade, but Magnus warns that this will be unlike any other. He does not go into detail as time is short, but you understand that The Emperor has been concealing certain things from all but his closest advisors. Valdor is silent, and Magnus does not touch upon the Edict of Nicaea, but you sense the subject is still sensitive. Regardless, you will be here, hidden in the shadows when the daemon comes. If Magnus did not expect you then perhaps neither will this Thing, and there will lie your advantage.
Magnus’ goal is to test its knowledge of the future and the past, to see what it knows, and whether fate can be bent or broken. If it truly knows all then it will see your influence, on this moment and future moments, but if not then there is a chance, a chance that you must seize. For if you are invisible to the threads of fate, even if for just a moment, then Magnus may escape or alter the Doom that hangs above his head. That is the test. A gambit, to conceal the paths of the future from one who knows all.
You shake your head. Magnus did not speak a word during that brief moment, but you instantly know all that he wished you to in that instant.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">So it shall be. Let us begin.</span></span>
“This is a dangerous game, Magnus. I am not sure He would approve.”
Magnus looks to Valdor, one demigod to another. Two creations of The Emperor, a Red Wizard and a Golden Warrior. You’re not sure who would win if they were forced to come to blows.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">I renounced all hope of His approval when I ruined His Project. You should already know that.</span></span>
He raises his hand over the brazier in the centre of the room, and instantly the fire leaps up, flickering strongly where it was only glowing embers before. It is a blue flame, bright, yet dark in colour, deep purple or almost black. You feel a chill within you just looking at it. Above, the marble roof of the chamber fades, revealing a dark field of stars that glare at you. Ahriman raises his hand as well, and the flame grows taller until it is no longer flame but a sphere, floating freely in space. Then, a voice echoes out.
