A Goliath-class forge ship the size of a light cruiser, carrying rare materials for the construction of the fortress-monastery, hovered in Vostonia's high orbit.
Inside the palace of Paragon City, Nimrod received the Great Magos Wensue-HL-19 from Mars.
Magos Kaminski, who could be considered acquainted with him, and Magos Kivior-2, the leader of the local Adeptus Mechanicus, attended alongside him.
Since the Primarch had returned to the Imperium, this was the first time the two Magi had seen him again.
Even though they had not retained their frail flesh, strange code still inevitably formed and flickered within their logic engines. The two exchanged a glance.
The information code they exchanged held the same meaning: [Nimrod//an existence as powerful as the machinery of a god/unifying Vostonia is logical.]
A synthesized vox-array voice sounded beneath Wensue-HL-19's red robes. "Honored Primarch, this unit is Wensue-HL-19. I offer you my greetings."
"Great Magos, welcome."
"I have designed a standard fortress-monastery for you. It will be a sacred, perfect creation."
As Wensue-HL-19 spoke, his mechanical tentacles moved before his chest, projecting a green holographic image into the air.
Light flickered across the faceplates of Kivior-2 and Kaminski. They were both captivated by that perfect building.
It had a grand foundation, forbidding walls, adamantium pillars for its ribs, and lascannon turrets as its crown.
Just as the two Magi were lost in the magnificence of the Great Magos's design, Nimrod shook his head and said, "I am not satisfied with its design."
"Primarch, please indicate the points of dissatisfaction//illogic."
"Arsena."
Nimrod called to his attendant, and the silver-haired Arsena operated a data-slate, displaying an image before everyone.
Two green beams shot from Wensue-HL-19's faceplate, and the mechanical voice beneath the red robe carried a cold, hard refusal.
"This does not conform to the beauty of logic.