The Webway.
The Salamanders' small fleet was sailing forward.
Not long ago, Vulkan had followed the Imperium's reception personnel and left the Corvax disaster zone.
The Black Tide there had already been brought completely under control. All that remained was reconstruction, and it did not require a Primarch to stand guard there.
Before leaving, however, Vulkan had left behind contact information for Ork and the other forging assistants.
Once matters were resolved, he might summon them again and teach them some masterwork techniques.
That was his promise.
Ork and the other technicians had been fortunate enough to win the favor of the Lord of the Salamanders, and their fates would be completely changed.
"Is this what Father pursued so bitterly?"
On the observation deck of the Flame Forge Battle Barge, Vulkan gazed at the distant scene and murmured.
Those sights shocked him to the core.
On both sides of the Battle Barge were towering walls with no end in sight.
They were all formed from blessed metal, Blackstone, and mysterious mist, their surfaces covered in complex patterns like some kind of pictographic script.
"My lord, this is the key to our victory over the Dark King and to our prosperity.
The Webway is like capillaries embedded within the Warp, able to transport the nutrients and resources humanity needs to every region of the Galaxy."
Sakan spoke thus.
This Captain of the Salamanders Legion had rushed over to accompany him the moment he heard that the Father of Genes had returned.
Even though he had traveled through the Webway many times, he was still awed by this magnificent creation.
It was humanity's hope.
"Our Webway is still expanding. Countless distant nodes are scattered across it, and time and space are compressed. With a single step, one can cross a distance of