“The universe of that time was filthy,” Kalosia said softly. “Order did not perform the work of order. Everything became a toy for the Oldest Ones. Gods fell without meaning. Demons fell. Those who lived on the Mortal Realm fell.”3

For that reason, gods and demonic will, two presences that could not accept each other and existed as perfect opposites, joined hands for the first and the last time.0

At the end of a war without measure, gods and demons won enough to shape the universe as it was now. Ketal knew that much already. Even so, a question had always stood in him, and Kalosia spoke as if they had sensed it forming.0

“You know this as well as I do. We are weaker than they are. The difference between us and the Oldest Ones is the difference between touch and what can never be touched.”0

The Demon King had been the sum of all demonic power. If every god had attacked at once, the outcome would still have been in doubt. Even so, when set against one of the Primarchs, that same Demon King would have stood only slightly stronger. And there were three Primarchs.0

“It’s not just the Primarchs,” Kalosia continued. “In those days, there were more beings like the White Serpent and the Ugly Rat and the White Bear. There were more of them than gods.”0

There had...0