Eye of Terror is twelve dimensions of madness:
Rugolo slumped in despair. For his own part Calliden felt too numbed to pray. So this was the end! He cursed himself for having listened to the fake Rogue Trader, someone with the stamp of failure written all over him. Miserable as his life was before, at least it was life.
While these thoughts went through his mind he noted that the environment open to his warp eye was again changing, becoming even more difficult to apprehend. A warp-realspace overlap! To the eight dimensions of the warp were added the four dimensions three spatial and one of time of ordinary space! Twelve dimensions in all! Impossible even for a trained navigator!
Could the entities of the warp understand such an environment? If so, they had intellectual powers far exceeding the human. It was far too complicated for Calliden to grasp. He whimpered, eyes rolling in his head, and gave up trying to interpret it. The great loom-like scheme surrounding him collapsed. Instead he became aware of the white-hot sun casting flares into a space that was oddly coloured, a dark violet shot with faint streaks of light rather than the ebon-black space he was used to, and of the planet towards which they were hurtling, looming ever closer.
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More madness:
Eye of Terror said:
Off across the region of the Door they flew, their wings wafting on the warp. They found their direction, and flew deep into a spreading gloom and darkness, a stygian abyss where writhing black vapours shut off the light of any surrounding star. Round and round they flew, spiralling inward, until a faint redness became visible in the distance.
The Khakakaozkhyshkakamis forge hell-worlds came into view, worlds which like many in the Door, the Eye of Terror would not have been possible elsewhere in the galaxy. Twelve vast pits or funnels floated in space, arranged radially like the spokes of a wheel, mouths facing inward to the hub. Every pit was planet-sized: five thousand miles across at the mouth, fifteen thousand miles deep, extending into the darkness. No sun or nebula illuminated them. There was no need. The yawning mouth of each vast pit glared with a red glow and gave off infernal exhalations, like burning smoke.
The craggy outside walls of the hell-pits glimmered only faintly in the gloom. Coming closer to one of the hell-worlds, what looked like clouds of gnats or dust could be seen. Closer still, and it emerged that the mouths of the funnels were exhaling not just lurid smoke but weapons. Weapons by the billions, as well as armour. Swords, hammers, spears, pikes, war-scythes, war chariots, motorised armoured vehicles, bolt guns, flamers, plasma weapons, artillery, spaceships, attack aircraft, all the arcane, semi-magical weapons used within the Eye of Terror, lasguns, dirks, daemon-guided missiles, all drifting and spreading into the darkness of unlighted space.
The Khakakaozkhyshkakamis forge worlds. As befitted Bloodthirster crudity, they churned out stupendous quantities of armament willy-nilly, without regard for requirement, collection or logistics. Nearly all of it would drift off into space and be lost. But more would always be there, if they should be needed.
and more:
Eye of Terror said:
Multiple multi-coloured suns fled past, some misshapen, some ring-shaped, some joined together in complicated patterns by filaments of light and fire, some surrounded by what looked like intricate decorations made of gold and silver and brass. There was no consistency; no two were identical. It was a storm-enwrapped minor universe in which the normal laws of physics did not count. The will and imagination of daemons counted for more.
The Rose Cluster, Kwyler kept saying. Took for the Rose Cluster.
Calliden found it, coming at him from the darkness and distance, and despite everything that had already happened, he gasped with wonder.
Maynard! he called. Come and look at this!
The trader staggered from the pallet where he had been lying and peered out blearily. His arms dropped limply. His jaw sagged.
The Rose Cluster was, as its name implied, a large cluster of stars. Typically these were globular and contained thousands, sometimes tens of thousands of stars. In that respect, the cluster was unremarkable.
Except that all the stars were an entrancing pink colour. And the entire cluster had the shape of a rose. It was all there, the curving petals, hundreds of light years across, picked out in sheets of stars and glowing gas also pink the petals foliated one within another, layered down to a softly blazing heart. Some mighty daemon with a sense of beauty had crafted this. Calliden powered the telescope, feeding its image to the view-screen. One of the stars forming the cluster appeared before them. It, too, was in the shape of a rose, its radiant plasma magically suspended to form identical layers of soft petals.
Every single sun in there is the same, Kwyler told him. And thats not all. Every one of the planets in there is shaped like a rose too. Thousands upon thousands of them.
And what about the speed of light in the Eye?
Eye of Terror said:
With a crash that rocked space, the attack fleet emerged within the Eye of Terror, spontaneously quitting the warp. Every single warp engine died, without reason. The psykers moaned. The engineers looked at one another aghast. This was a totally unexpected disaster.
And yet the fleet still sped on, at something like warp speed. An impossibility! Staring into a void that was not quite the space it should be, that was bluish rather than black, using all their skill and instrumentation, the adepts soon found the answer.
Revered commander, this is not realspace as it should be! The speed of light is infinite here! We are travelling at trans-light velocity without the benefit of the warp!
Drang and Invisticone were both of them mentally agile enough to understand this news. A Chaos modification, Drang commented. Fascinating.
How useful it would be if the Imperium could master this alteration of physical reality!
Oh and from warp energy you can fabricate matter (temporary matter, albeit matter) and even build your own fleets:
Eye of Terror said:
To meet the challenge there sprang from the Immaterium nearly three hundred Chaos Juggernauts built to the Great Inventors own design as the answer to the Gothic together with thousands of Iconoclast, Idolator and Infidel-class cruisers. All were driven by the pure white blinding light of heaven, a form of energy beside which the gouting plasma of the Navys drives seemed dull and ineffective.
It was an illusion. Both sides had equal speed and manoeuvrability. The Chikhamitzann Tsunois plan was working well. First, the camouflage of the five planets to lure the forces of the Imperium into the Chaos realm. Then, a fleet forged from his great invention, newly created matter, to test the new strategy and weaken the Imperiums naval forces at the same time.
He had even created the arena for the battle by welding the warp and realspace together. But it had cost no small effort to field his battlefleet. He had drafted the extra workforce from the Rhodonius planets only hours ago, as the linear time of the Imperium would reckon it. But in the warp, where time meant nothing, they and their progeny had laboured in the forge hells for over a century. Some of their descendants now helped man the Chaos battlecruisers, in the service of their daemonic masters.
Eye of Terror said:
He heard the feathered daemon addressing the throng, his purring voice reaching to every part of the field: We have victory! We have driven off the Imperiums best effort! The way is clear to a final victory victory in the Long War!
A huge shout greeted his words. The daemon raised a talon, calling for silence. He began to speak of things Magron barely understood. Of warp-sourced matter from which a great battle-fleet had been constructed, virtual matter, the daemon called it.
Once my invention has been perfected and made stable, he purred, there is no limit to what can be achieved. Battlefleets to overwhelm the human Imperium. Worlds created out of nothing, the duplication of worlds already existing. And what if we contrive to remove the Emperor and his palace and replace them with a replica under our own control?
Magron struggled to comprehend. He had always understood that the warp and the physical world were opposites in every way Materium and Immaterium. The daemon seemed to be boasting of a way to bring about the very overthrow of the physical world that Abaddas had described!
As we discover later, its not really stable outside of the Eye though (the same way Daemonically-created bodies from warp energy cannot survive without a connection to the warp):
Eye of Terror said:
The Weaver of Stratagems that Fall Apart!
With a single Space Marine the Emperor has foiled all your plans!
Maker of matter!
One stood before him. Did you think you were the first to make false matter? It cannot be made stable! The cosmic balance is not upset so easily!
The Great Inventor, the Weaver of Stratagems that Fall Apart, was a young greater daemon of Tzeentch. He had committed the sin of over-confidence.
Technically you CAN make it stable (The Eldar craft wraithbone out of warp energy, and it is stable) but it's a more difficult and involved process than the casual creation of bodies or the false-matter fleets spoken of in the book. All the same.. that's still at LEAST as impressive as any shit the Flood can make a claim to.
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