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The Emperor frowned, as he looked upwards. A powerful evil presence seemed to have made itself known. A large suit of robotic armour could be seen in the sky, and Nova could sense someone within. It seemed that perhaps he was about to get some answers. Furthermore, he could sense several other evil presences far in the distance. And despite the clearly malevolent intent he sensed from these beings, it was clear that none of them were agents of the Dark Gods. He extended himself, reading their minds as he had done to those closer to him. And from this he gained their names, and learned that they too had been dumped in this strange world. Slowly he began to gain some sense of the scale of this event, as if hundreds of souls had been dragged from different worlds. And even as he searched their surface thoughts, he was unwittingly exposed to entire worlds he had not previously known. Realms vastly different from his own, altered on the most basic of levels, the very laws of physics subtly different in each one.

In that moment he was silent, as the reality of the Multiverse hit him. The possibility of infinite worlds, with infinite evils. That the humanity he had sought to lead to salvation had been but a single iteration of the eternal battle against darkness, all of his actions but the scrawling of an ant as it secured it's next meal. It was devastating, and yet simultaneously liberating. The consequences of this discovery were immense, and already he had decided what he must do. The only hope for such a fragmented reality, the only chance for a multiverse faced with the neverending threat of darkness.

He would unite them all. He would forge an empire across the multiverse, to unite the strength of each realm. To share the gifts of his world with those who would listen, and to learn as such from the worlds he discovered. To form a single front against the forces of darkness, a united effort to defeat the many forms of evil, that ranged across the multiverse.

Mere moments ago this entire event had seemed merely as a short distraction before he returned to his own world. But now he knew that his responsibility extended far beyond the borders of the Imperium. He looked around at the band of misfits gathered around him, warriors drawn from realms across the multiverse into this single city seemingly without purpose. And yet in his mind they would be the first steps towards a greater world, a better world. They would be his footsoldiers in the coming war, and they would be his ambassadors to worlds foreign to him.

"Then perhaps it is time for us to do more than cooperate." The emperor raised his hands, and gathered his power around him. For tens of thousands of years he had fought the forces of chaos, and his strength had grown from the efforts. And now his full power was at his disposal, his mind no longer at war with the Dark Gods. The very world seemed to tremble as a cyclone of psychic energy surrounded him. Were there any living beings outside of this city, they would see a pillar of light extending into the sky. A swirling marker of the Emperor's presence, the power that had forged the very stars into his image. Nova raised his hand and made his will known through his thoughts, and the very fabric of reality complied. Vines and weeds were burnt to ashes, cleansed from the ground around him. And with that simple thought, he began his second miracle in this world.

The skyscrapers around him shook and tore, collapsing as unseen forces tore at their foundation. They were tore down, but not a single brick struck the ground below, as all were pulled into a cyclone around the Emperor's position. The very ground seemed to writhe and twist, altered on a molecular level. Stone and steel were pulled from the environment, as the entire city block was leveled. And yet it was not an act of destruction, but an act of creation. "Allow me to place the first stone, as it were. If we are to survive in this world, we will need to unite our strength. I propose we forge an alliance here, that we work together until each of us can find their way back to their own worlds." Stone crashed to the ground, mortar and steel forced into new forms. Great domed walls formed, chambers emerged from the twisting rubble. A palace the size of a football stadium, rising from the ground. Great metal doors lead to the hall in which they now stood, and at the end stood a massive throne forged from gold and steel.

Thus the Emperor achieved his goal, twofold. Firstly, he demonstrated his power to those around him. He proved his worth as an ally, and his danger as an enemy. Those in the room would consider his offer seriously. The second goal was to create a mark, a symbol. To place his foot in the door, and to lay his claim on the land of this world. He would make it his, and return it once more to a state of flourishing prosperity. And it would be the first of many universes united under his rule. This was a challenge to all those who would stop it, those forces of evil that remained in the darkness, those shadows that hid in the night.

"This place will serve as my base of operations. I believe that this world can be turned to an advantage, and that our meeting here is not by chance. From these humble beginnings, perhaps powerful friendships can be formed. And I believe that I would like to see these worlds you come from, to perhaps extend the friendly hand of the Imperium of Man." The Emperor smiled, before making his way to the throne, where he would contemplate his next move. And how he would eradicate the forces of darkness from the face of this planet.