泰拉围城8《终结与死亡》原文剧透（荷鲁斯，崛起）

He is approaching now, fast, angry. You can feel His rage, and it amuses you. Finally, after all these years you have prompted an emotional reaction from Him.

Your father is just a man, after all.

He is brimming with fury, and burning with power. Such power. He is shining in your mindsight like a star. You had Him encased in a stifling, muffling, sense-depriving shell of pure, black immaterial force, but He has cracked that open, and now He burns a path towards you.

The Vengeful Spirit creaks and shakes at the fury of His approach. He is so strong, so powerful, any being in the galaxy would shriek in eternal dread and hide in the depths of hell rather than face Him.

But there is nothing in the galaxy like you any more.

You no longer have to hide. You no longer have to conceal your power behind veils of secrecy and deceit. If He’d had an inkling of how strong you’d become, He would never have dared come to challenge you. So you wrapped all of yourself in un-when, in skeins of timelessness… your presence, your thoughts, your soul, your power. You muted your mind, took shelter in the past, in memories, in hesternal seclusion, behind artificial masks of dementia and madness. You allowed nothing to give you away, for just a glimpse of your true self would have stopped Him in His tracks and made Him flee.

There’s no going back now. He’s approaching, and you no longer have to hide. You rise up. You cast off your masks and disguises, and stand revealed. It’s liberating. Intoxicating. Those around you – your warriors and officers, your sons, the other things that lurk and whisper – they cry out in dismay at the sight of you. The revelation of your new aspect is too magnificent for them. Their eyes burn. They fall to the deck, weeping and screaming and soiling themselves.

You are a star, too. You are a tower of lightning. You are a king above kings. You do not underestimate the nature of the fight that is about to take place, the last battle. It will be testing. It will be hard. Your once-father is strong. But you are infinitely stronger. You are Horus Lupercal ascendant, chosen of the gods.

And He, when all is said and done, is just a man. So, if necessary, He will die like one.

He has taken your bait. He has run headlong into your trap. He has entered your kingdom. You control everything here. You control the board and every move that is made. There is not an atom of the Vengeful Spirit that does not obey your merest thought. It is no longer a ship. It is a place of execution and apotheosis.

Your once-father, the tyrant, the liar, the false Emperor, thinks He has come to confront you on a warship in orbit. He has not. He has come to the inevitable centre of all things.

He thinks He can fight the future. He can’t.

This is where it will be decided.

This is your realm now.