The Void.
The rift zone gave off constant fluctuations. It was an abominable passage formed by the authority of the Chaos Gods.
The entire passage was made of dark-red energy. Looking along the entrance, chaotic Fel Energy wove through its interior, and remnant souls darted everywhere.
One could vaguely see a forest made of living arms.
In the past, if the Empire's upper ranks had seen a passage like this, they would absolutely have treated it as the gravest threat and urgently sent pleas for help to the sector capital or Holy Terra.
It meant the arrival of endless waves of daemons. The entire sector would become a living hell under Chaos corruption.
In fact, that was exactly the case. At the exit of this passage, the roars of terrifying daemons rang out without end, making the Imperial officials on the ship platform go weak in the knees.
Such immense daemonic might was enough to drown this poor agricultural sector of theirs.
Yet none of them left, nor did they organize a fleet to stand guard at the rift's exit. The surroundings were filled with engineering teams, and banners welcoming the Savior drifted through space.
As for the Navy Fleet, it was stationed on alert farther out, as if to prevent other space forces from attacking this passage exit.
This was unprecedented.
A Chaos passage had appeared inside the sector, yet the local archon had not mustered troops and Psykers to destroy it. Instead, he had protected it.
"The Emperor, when exactly will the Savior and the divine artifact arrive?"
The local archon took a deep breath. He wanted to get far away from this area, but in the end, he did not do so. That would have been dereliction of duty.
According to the highest orders sent from the