Pilgrimage of Lorgar - Final Vision: With a gesture, Lorgar found himself staring at an uneven skyline that he knew instantly, for he had studied there for almost a solar decade, living among its people and coming to adore them as almost as much as he loved the people of Colchis. He was in the silver city of Tizca, the capital of the Thousand Sons' homeworld of Prospero.Upon further inspection, Lorgar saw the utter devastation; cracked spires, broken pyramids, shattered glass and fallen city walls turned into so much rubble. Lorgar inquired as to the cause of the madness that he beheld. Ingethel informed the primarch that Tizca would burn in the crucible of the coming war, for it must come to pass. Lorgar swore that he would not allow it, but Ingethel warned him that it must. For this was to be the final incident in Magnus the Red's illumination -- betrayed by the Emperor, by his own brother primarchs, he would bring his city to the Warp in order to escape final destruction.Within the Eye of Terror, Magnus would forge a bastion for the war to come. A war Lorgar would begin, but never lead. The war to bring all the truths of Chaos to the Imperium. Lorgar had come to find the gods. He had found them, as they always intended for him. Their eyes were now turned towards Mankind.The Chaos Gods had said to Argel Tal, as they now said to Lorgar; Humanity must embrace the truths of divine reality, or suffer the same fate as the Aeldari. With resolute clarity Lorgar realised that the Chaos Gods sought a symbiosis with life; a conjoining of the Ensouled and the Neverborn in natural harmony. The gods needed Humanity, for they could not claim the material realm without them. Their power was strangled when there were no mortals to offer prayers or deeds in worship. This was why the spread of the Emperor's atheistic Imperial Truth presented such a terrible threat to them.Lorgar felt that the Chaos Gods had chosen poorly. He was pleased and proud to have discerned the Primordial Truth, feeling honoured to be chosen by beings powerful enough to be considered divine by the truest meaning of the word. But he would struggle to bring their light to Humanity. He could not win a war against the Living God that sat upon the Terran Throne. Ingethel informed Lorgar that he would strive, and eventually he would succeed. Lorgar retorted that he only possessed 100,000 warriors, far too few to make planetfall upon Terra and overthrow the Emperor. The Daemon responded that in the future Logar would attract more faithful followers, as he liberated world after world. It was written that after he sailed away from the Eye of Terror, his Legion would no longer spend standard years crafting perfect words venerating the Anathema as the God-Emperor.He would crush resistance beneath his armoured boots, and draw fresh, faithful Humans into his service. Some would be slaves in the bowels of the Word Bearers' warships. Others would be Lorgar's flock, to shepherd them toward enlightenment. Many more would be taken into the ranks of the Word Bearers and bred into new Astartes. Uneasy with these revealed truths, Lorgar asked again why he had been chosen as the gods' champion. Ingethel replied that it had to be him. Each of the other Legions would die for their primarchs, and lay down their lives for the Imperium. But the Imperium was the cancer killing the Human species. Even when some of Lorgar's brothers turned against the Emperor, they would fight to command the Imperium.Only the Word Bearers would die for the truth, and for Humanity itself. Faith and steel must now be joined. If Humanity became an empire instead of a species, it would fall to alien claws and the wrath of the Chaos Gods. It was the way of things. What had happened before to the Aeldari would happen again. More than forty standard years in the future, mere solar days after something Humanity would come to call the Fall of Prospero, Magnus had fallen victim to his own arrogance, and now resided in the tallest tower of his broken city on a new world prepared for him within the Eye of Terror by Tzeentch. He lamented the destruction of his Legion and the death of his hopes. He intended only the best, but his curiosity saw him damned in the eyes of the Emperor. He had looked too deep, too long, into ideals the Emperor did not hold.Lorgar informed Ingethel that he would speak to the Crimson King. But the Daemon warned the primarch that he would not be allowed to stand before Magnus. Heedless of his guide's warnings, Lorgar made his way towards Magnus' tower. As the Urizen ascended to the top of the tower and finally looked upon his brother, Lorgar reconciled logic with emotion, for though he looked upon the face of Magnus -- the face of Magnus was solar decades older. In forty years, the Crimson King had aged more like a hundred.The future Magnus was not surprised by his brother's presence, for the world in which he now resided held endless surprises. He wondered what incarnated hallucination he was addressing this time. Magnus thought his fellow primarch was a poor simulacrum of the true Lorgar, for his eyes did not burn with the fire of faith only he and his sons understood. Nor did he bear the same scars. Lorgar tried to explain to Magnus that he was no mere apparition, for he was truly his brother on the final night of his Pilgrimage. Growing weary of the encounter, Magnus banished Lorgar from his new realm with a thought.