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ADEPTUS: INTO THE MULTIVERSE

InkborneScribe
*Synopsis* In the final hours of the Horus Heresy, as the siege of the Imperial Palace reached its climax, a rift tore through reality—and from it emerged a dying boy, cast from another age. By fate or design, he took a blow meant for the Emperor Himself. Though the young mortal's body was broken, the Emperor was spared a mortal wound. After the battle, the Emperor found the boy's shattered form. Moved by a presence he could not explain and guided by instinct more ancient than reason, He used His unmatched knowledge and power to rebuild the boy—no longer as a human, but as something far greater: a Custodian. Named *Atrius*, the golden warrior rose with no memory of his past Sent across time by forces unseen, perhaps even by the Emperor’s own unconscious design, Atrius is a living divergence—a variable that breaks the chains of destiny. With his arrival, the skein of fate has twisted. The future is no longer clear, not to the Emperor… and not to the gods of the Warp.
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