My story was not a happy one. It was a power fantasy for sure. But what was all the power in the universe when you were alone? When your mind, and soul were tampered with so that your thoughts and ideas.
Weren't your own in the end.
'Did my sponsor know I was going to end up like this?' I mused to myself as I thought back to when I first arrived here in this galaxy.
Sure I was terrified of leaving the tiny apartment I was dropped into on Hiveworld Tertiuem. But it didn't take me long to find Barg who then turned into Barghest when she got the super soldier serum.
But I was myself. I had anchors to keep myself anchored in this terrible universe.
The moment I lost those anchors. When I lost myself and I was changed against my will or my knowing?
I created a Brother Moon and true Traveler body in which to pull the universes humans into an inner world made by myself so that they themselves no longer had to suffer.
I spent... Months, just drifting in space as the Warmind grew larger and larger. Became more powerful as each world of Orks and fleets of Tyrranids were consumed.
To the point that Tyrranid scouting fleets at merely coming close would attempt to flee to no avail as the Hive Mind knew that wherever I went. There would be zero biomass or materials to collect.
Months later of deep meditation with my new pysker powers and my own nature as a Traveler a bearer of immortal light allowed me to find the issues within my self.
Twisted scars purposfully sown into the song of my being from the dark eldar that would twist my mind. My once more neutral Traveler's light was ignited into flames of hatred by the God Emperor which also twisted my mind.
Months of mediation and being mentally dead to the world besides expanding the Warmind to the state of it being the size of a small solar system and able to eat planets whole sale. I was finally able to use the Warmind itself to restructure myself once again.
The Warmind was no longer a massive construct that I controlled remotely through my implants and pysker biotics. It was a natal artifact, a sacred gear, my dantian that held in all my power while also a shell to protect me from the roiling Chaos and Empyrean.
As I was the localized Warp storm when the Warmind moved through the warp. Like a giant beach ball floating on top of a small above ground pool.
When the Warmind shifted hard or dunked itself into the water, the warp itself. The waters would violently shift and churn.
"Haa... I was truly, truly insane. But this galaxy is just an utter shit hole that I cannot fix even if I wanted to." I muttered to myself as I gently carressed a five pointed triangle like drone I had in my hands.
A 'Ghost' I made from Destiny with a sliver, a tiny sliver of my essence that was also now utterly anathama to Chaos corruption as I had put out my flames of hatred and in rebirth brought back the Traveler's light from within myself.
I smiled softly as the drone floated above my hands and I felt my essence in the drone weaken ever so slightly as the drone shot out of my hands like passing through a curtain it entered the warp.
And then with eye's seeing not the mortal world but the warp itself... I watched as not only that Ghost but several hundred more shot in the direction of the great 'lighthouse' in the Warp.
Towards the light of Holy Terra.
My gentle smile became cool as I chuckled. "I realized I didn't need to nuke the entire galaxy... All I care about is getting Barghest back to life. Once I bring back my friends. Ehh I can spend a couple years getting more and more powerful as I eat the Warp itself."
As with the Warmind at this point in size and power... What was actually a threat to me? The Tyrranids and Orks were literally just food. The Imperium? Their virus bombs and other world breakers coudn't hurt me.
The Necrons? Sure they probably had a couple weapons that could wreck the Warmind... If they could use it without me seeing into the future with my pysker powers and then just crushing them with said pysker powers.
After all there was a reason the Necrons lost the War in Heaven to the space elves. It was really hard to use a god killing weapon when the space elves could see into the future as to where it was, what it was going to do.
And then before the weapon was even unveiled, the entire planet would be smashed into pieces by an eldar god literally stomping on it.