From the Warp, he was reborn. Even as flesh gave way to the inevitable march of time, his mind was freed from his golden prison. He ascended physical form, transcendent, a being of pure warp energy. However, he knew that from this form his influence on the world was limited. And in the realm of the Warp the Chaos Gods were able to leverage their full force against him. He had no wish to test the power of his age-old adversaries on their home soul, for even as his spirit had fended them off for a thousand years, he did not wish to do so for any longer. He had been separated from his kin by the machinations of his son, but he would soon be returned to them, reborn in physical form. He would rise once more, and lead humanity to it's purest form. And once he had solidified his power, once he had raised his armies and his name once more carried meaning, then he would face the Chaos Gods head-on.

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The world seemed to twist, a breeze echoed through the twisted buildings. The leaves rustled, the dirt stirred, even as they seemed to warp and twist. He made his will known, and the very fabric of the world obeyed. The ground seemed to rise up, the leaves pulled into a tornado around it. The air was drawn into it, as the elements of the Earth formed into complex carbon chains. From the mass of inanimate matter came first proteins and organic chemicals, and then the first cells. They formed into lattices, creating tissue, and then entire organs. In a mere matter of moments a body was assembled, a custom-built form forged from the imaginations of an immortal being. A slight modification on his older form, a perfect body to accompany his divine will. A vessel fit to serve as host for the power of a God, and the tool he would use to once more unite humanity.

Gasping, the God Emperor of Mankind took in his first breath, unassisted, in over a thousand years. It had been far since his previous form had been cut down, since he had been reduced to a mere shadow of his formed self. He looked now at the world through his own eyes, and all that he saw was beautiful. Even as he witnessed the remains of old terra from so many years ago, the planet he himself had reforged into a world of prosperity and order, he could feel his body as young as the day he had set out on his quest. He did not know where he were, he knew only that he was lost. And yet, in this failure he found only joy. Stricken from the path, it was now his quest to find his way back. And to unite those worlds he came across as he searched, to carry his will as far as it could go. Truly, freed and filled with vigour, he could do anything.

In the distance, a titanic being made it's way between the broken down skyscrapers. An immense creature similar in appearance to a human clad in the fur of some beast, a humanoid titan of proportions spoken of only in myth. For just a moment the Emperor wondered if he had perhaps made his body the size of an ant, but no. This monstrous beast was real. Was this perhaps the form his children had taken in his absence, this monstrous titan of flesh? And yet it appeared to be a barbarian. He could sense no malice from it, and certainly it did not radiate the malevolent aura of Chaos. Was it perhaps some odd form of alien, to have naturally formed so similar and yet so completely disproportionate to mankind?

Intrigued, the Emperor decided to investigate. Raising his hands, he formed the leaves around him into a makeshift robe. Then, he shot up into the air like a rocket. His limbs propelled him forward with the force of a hundred men, and he climbed the walls of the skyscrapers with casual ease. Within seconds he had reached the top, having exerted himself simply for the act of doing so. To test the limits of this new form he had gifted himself with. Smiling brightly he jumped off the edge, launching himself through the air. He soared, before landing upon the next rooftop. He shot from building to building, a glowing spark of a man, before he arrived near the titanic creature that had so captured his interest.

Wondering whether the creature would even react, the Emperor amplified his voice using his powers. Speaking at an inhuman volume, he addressed the creature from a nearby rooftop. "What titanic humanoid would walk so demurely through this broken down city? What form of creature would have such stature, and yet feel remorse at the sight of the destruction of such tiny creatures?" He smiled brightly, exuding his usual aura of supernatural charm. "What form of creature do I have the honour of addressing? An alien, come to witness this fallen world? Or perhaps a God, taken mortal form in the Material Plane?"