Warhammer: What? The Female Primarchs Are Real?

In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, Rogue Trader Li Wei faces the twin threats of Imperial tithes and space pirates—until he stumbles upon a strange golden ring engraved with a centaur. This ring grants him the power to enter apocryphal worlds, where he spends thirty years alongside female versions of the Primarchs, each with her own distinct temperament. On Caliban, there is El'Jonson, who wishes to become Warmaster and stay by his side. On Nostramo, Curze swears to hunt him to the ends of the galaxy, never to be parted. On Barbarus, Mortarion follows in silent step, always seven paces behind. And then there is Horus—the one who makes stars fall, seas boil, and the very galaxy burn. After several simulations, Li Wei has built his own Rogue Trader dynasty. But then a nagging thought creeps in: “What if—just what if—the female Primarchs from those apocryphal worlds become real… and all come to confront me in the flesh?” He doesn't laugh. But Curze on his roof, the Inner Circle in his closet, the Alpha Legionnaire under his bed, little Magnus making psychic prank calls, Guilliman still nine hours away, Lorgar hiding in the Warp, and Corax blocking her door—they all do. The room fills with cheerful air.