Warhammer: The 11th Primarch - The Black Emperor

Tierney manipulated the data panel embedded in his arm, projecting a holographic image of the moon in front of Nareth.

Nareth noticed a specific area that had been highlighted. Tierney began to explain:

"My lord, one of my squad members discovered that in the Aristotle-Beta dome, the locals sleep an average of one hour longer than residents of other domes on Luna."

"Everyone experiences nightmares when they sleep. Even the two team members we sent to investigate reported the same."

"More importantly, at regular intervals, someone falls into a deep sleep… and never wakes up again."

Nareth nodded thoughtfully.

'Longer sleep, nightmares, never waking again… If it's truly the influence of a beyonder power, then it likely falls under the 'Darkness' pathway. Very likely, it's the Eight-Legged Black Wolf.'

With that in mind, he spoke:

"You've done well."

He then confirmed, by both questioning and reading Tierney's aura, that Tierney had digested the "Marauder" potion.

Nareth continued, "Your performance has satisfied me. I will enhance your capabilities."

"Go wait in the receiving room. Your gyrinx and ranger-class las rifle are there."

"Return in five minutes."

Moments later, Tierney, having advanced to Sequence 8, 'Power Binder', whispered softly:

"Swindler."

"That's right. Terra has many ancient families. I trust you'll find the right targets."

"Anyone of note among the treasure-hunting squad?"

"My lord, there are thirteen capable individuals. All of them retrieved valuable items. I've brought them to the palace."

Nareth gave a slight nod.

"Summon them to serve at my side. I will assess their capabilities."

The next day, as Terra celebrated the triumphant return of Leman Russ with grand festivities, Nareth boarded a transport ship bound for Luna.

The orbital defense platforms, informed of the Primarch's arrival, quickly and accurately completed the identity handshake with the transport ship.

Upon communicating with Nareth's attendants, the Selenite Gene Cult learned that the Primarch's target wasn't a gene-lab, but an ordinary dome.

A black gunship detached from the transport ship. Nareth gazed through the observation window at the Aristotle-Beta dome below.

Most of Luna's domes still remained, their locally unique silver surfaces glistening under the sunlight.

Nareth didn't immediately extend his Spirit Vision to scan, doing so would alert the mythical creature.

The ship landed at the Aristotle-Beta dome about thirty minutes before sunset, just as he had planned.

The very moment sunlight disappeared from the dome, Nareth sharply perceived a tide-like surge of pure darkness engulfing the entire area.

It was as if Aristotle-Beta had been dragged into a domain of darkness. The dome's residents were exhaling visible breath and slipping into dazed states.

Some were lying on beds, others slumped over desks, soon all of them drifted into sleep.

Even the treasure-hunting squad members, thrilled to be following the Primarch, began to feel the effects. It was as though gentle moonlight was brushing over them.

Their eyelids grew heavy; yawns became uncontrollable, as if they might fall asleep standing up.

They struggled to stay awake, but three of them succumbed to sleep.

Nareth judged their willpower to be lacking.

His black eyes flashed, and his awareness expanded outward.

In an instant, his consciousness blanketed the entire dome.

He didn't sense any obvious powerful entity, and this didn't surprise him.

He had judged that the creature lurking within Aristotle-Beta was the Eight-Legged Black Wolf, a creature of the "Darkness" path, renowned for its secrecy.

Such creatures on that path could erase all traces of themselves and mislead any attempts at divination or detection.

Nareth spread his consciousness into the minds of every resident. If his guess was correct, the Eight-Legged Black Wolf fed on human dreams, especially nightmares.

The human mind always revealed its true state. Even those entities would leave some trace if they fed on it.

Unless, of course, the Black Wolf was a Sequence 2 or higher creature, capable of leaving behind no trace at all.

But clearly, it hadn't reached that level. It had been discovered by Malcador, and had even been seen crossing the moon.

Nareth's consciousness melted into the darkness like moonlight, seeping into the minds of the dome's inhabitants.

With his superhuman brain, he quickly scanned each individual's dreamscape.

Then, he found something.

In the dream of a beautiful noblewoman in silver silk sleepwear, he saw her running through a forest.

Behind her chased a massive jet-black wolf, toying with her like prey.

She sprinted through a seemingly endless dark forest, crying out in terror, but the forest was dead silent.

Every time she stumbled and nearly got caught, the black wolf would deliberately miss, allowing her to keep running, sobbing in terror.

Clearly, the black wolf was toying with the noblewoman, feeding on her nightmare.

Nareth quickly pinpointed the silver tower where the girl lived.

He linked his awareness with the treasure-hunting squad, the honor guard, and the "Hunters," establishing one-way psychic links in an instant.

Only Sanchez resisted. His will was far stronger than that of ordinary men, even the Primarch could not instantly intrude into his mind.

Nareth sent a mental pulse to the Lord Reaper:

"Open your mind to me."

Sanchez didn't hesitate. He immediately complied.

Once connected to the Gene-Father, Sánchez, like the other Shadows of Order, felt as if he were basking in warm sunlight.

Even though Nareth hadn't opened his own mind to them, the most sensitive among the Shadows of Order were overwhelmed by the experience.

They felt as if a giant fatherly hand had stroked their minds, an intoxicating sensation… abruptly broken.

A multidimensional, hyper-realistic mental map of the Aristotle-Beta dome unfolded in their minds.

They "saw" every building's height, width, and depth.

They "saw" every household, every sleeping resident drowning in nightmares, and the fear and despair radiating from them.

Instantly, each person understood their role from the psychic pulse transmitted to them.

They dispersed through the dome like a net.

The treasure-hunting squad spread to the edges, and Sánchez's objective lay between the Silver Tower and the dome perimeter.

But Nareth was faster than all of them.

He ran at full speed, air exploded around him. In a flash of black lightning, he reached the Silver Tower.

In the darkness, a voice began to recite a poem:

"A lullaby gently stirs,

Bodies curled in velvet unfurl,

The stars fall into silver chimes,

Humming cradle songs of peace.

Time tiptoes on dewdrops,

Fearing to disturb the cocooned sleeper,

In the creased folds of eternal night,

All things fall silent."

The poem was calm and peaceful, soothing to the point of sedation.

Nareth sharply sensed his own soul being influenced by a mysterious force, slowed, as though lulled into a serene dream.

'The Nightmare ability: Dream Invasion. No, this was a qualitatively transformed high-sequence power.'

Nareth, who had used Sequence-1-level powers via the "Hand of Order," immediately detected a similar energy within the "Lullaby."

Yet this power was far more complete than the one he had simulated with spirituality and authority.

His black pupils instantly dilated, filling his entire eyes, he entered the Third Layer of Thelema Mindscape: Law of Will.

Thelema's core philosophy:

"Your will is the only law. Whatever your will desires, it shall be. All things submit to your will."

In accordance with his will, Nareth's psychic power condensed into a scythe in an instant.

The Scythe of Will struck down!

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