The Dreamer slowly came to a halt.
The lavish mobile palace that embodied the Savior's will glimmered gold at the front of the assembled fleet, as though waiting for something.
Ron stepped onto the deck and surveyed the warships arrayed before him, his expression grave.
For the first time, the Imperium was venturing into the void beyond the Galaxy to face raiders from another galaxy.
He could not fail. Nor could he let the enemy hold him up and prevent his fleet from returning to the Galaxy.
That would deal a crushing blow to morale across the Galaxy and affect the entire campaign.
He had to be more cautious and remain ready to return to the Halo Stars at any moment.
"Are you certain we can reach the designated area on time without any risk of getting lost?"
Ron turned to ask Cawl, the Dark Mechanicum Archmagos beside him, who stood several meters tall beneath a black robe.
Over the past two centuries, the Imperium's most renowned Archmagos had turned to biological research, entering into fierce competition with Moss, the original Archmagos Biologis.
Many of the weapons designed to fight the Tyranid Swarms had come from Cawl's Research Institute. That was why Ron had brought him and his team along: to gather biological data on the Great Devourer as quickly as possible.
Yet with departure imminent, Ron's greatest worry was not whether they had enough firepower or could handle the enemy. It was whether his fleet could reach its destination on time.
The Human Federation lay far beyond the Galaxy, outside the reach of the Warp. The Webway was even less of an option.
Without Webway high-speed routes, Warp Beacons, or charts guided by the Astronomican, they could easily be delayed or lost.
This voyage would span spiral arms. The