After the doors slowly closed, Magnus's soul fragment, its body flickering as though it might dissipate at any moment, slowly turned around.
"Although I did not get to see you meet with them—"
He felt himself growing weaker. When the Pariah had stood outside Nimrod's office before, he had still been able to sense what was happening inside.
Only after Nimrod had set down that strange Geometry sigil had he been completely cut off.
Comparing it to the "Sodmes Sigil" he had created, Magnus had to admit that Nimrod's was more marvelous—a highly effective means of blocking Warp divination.
Even at his peak, he would have been unable to peer into anything within the sigil Nimrod had laid down.
What astonished him even more was that aboard this warship, every Shadow of Order ranked captain or above, including Chief Librarian Thomas, had mastered it.
Yet of the "Sodmes Sigil" he had created, only Hathor had fully mastered it. Ahzek Ahriman and Amon could barely set it up, while none of his other sons could comprehend it.
Such a miraculous sigil could actually be mastered by so many people.
Nimrod was a better teacher than he was. It was no coincidence that he had remolded the bloodthirsty Reapers into the Shadow of Order and nurtured such outstanding sons as Sanchez.
"But from them—especially from Ignis's spirited state—I could see that they were filled with hope for the future."
Magnus stared at the red Aquila Shuttle flying toward the Photep. His crimson body grew ever more illusory, as if he might vanish at any time.
"Magnus, I need your help to heal Vulkan."
"Vulkan—" Vulkan's dark figure flashed through Magnus's mind.
His kind brother had not distanced himself from him after the Council of Nikaea, as so many others had.
Vulkan had