Koriel Zeth, clad head to toe in curve-hugging bronze armor, entered the Primarch's Palace with Magos Apprentice Cant Polk.
"Lord Nimrod, I have completed my research into the Simulacrum Sanctum and benefited greatly from it."
"I believe there is room for improvement."
"Even the superhuman brains of the Astartes struggle to adapt to the Simulacrum Sanctum's level of data input and analysis.
Her eagle-like eyes remained fixed on Lord Nimrod's marble-like face, studying every subtle shift.
"I have heard that the Iron Hands undergo sanctification modifications to meet the Simulacrum Sanctum's requirements."
"What do the Shadow of Order and those Auxilia officers rely upon?"
"You should find the answer yourself." Nimrod's expression remained unchanged.
The Beyonders' Mental Bodies had all been enhanced to varying degrees. Among them, the Shadow of Order, who specialized in Voidship command, and the attendants trained by Arsena Dunn primarily followed the path of the "White Tower."
Koriel's brow furrowed. She had not chosen the sacred death—Burial within the Lava City she had built. She had come to Lord Nimrod's side to uncover the mysteries Arkan Land had mentioned.
After observing them for some time, she had discovered that the Shadow of Order displayed obvious talents in different fields.
It was as though Lord Nimrod encompassed every aspect, and his genetic descendants had inherited one facet of him each.
"I understand." Koriel's eyes gleamed.
"I need a detailed improvement plan, involving not only the Simulacrum Sanctum but also the Legion's internal communications network," Nimrod said with a smile.
"After all, in the field of Thought Space, you are ahead of the entire Imperium."
Koriel's Magos Apprentices were active across the Forge Worlds, leading the construction of Thought Space.
"Thank you for your trust. I will not disappoint you."
Though she had not received the answer she