The Thousand Sons' flagship, the Gloriana-class Battleship Photep.
Magnus's temple had been rebuilt and reshaped. The magnificent triangular pyramid had been reforged through the close cooperation of the Cult of Destruction led by Ignis and Menes Kalliston's Geometry team.
Every piece of polarized glass had been arranged according to Menes's new understanding of Geometry, alternating and merging with gold, glittering like a diamond half-buried in the earth.
The air inside the chapel was cool, entirely devoid of the stifling mechanical heat of a voidship. This was the result of precise adjustment that required no machine control.
The black-and-white spiral crystals that had once formed spiral mosaic patterns across the floor had now been carefully arranged around the chapel.
Each one had been personally selected by Magnus from the Reflective Cavern beneath the City of Tizca. They were the finest Psyker Crystals.
The psionic array arranged by Ignis allowed the scenes inside the chapel to be projected in real time onto every warship around it:
The battleship Sons of Prospero, the cruiser Crescent Moon, the frigate Fertile Soil—
Thirty-six thousand Thousand Sons watched through the Cult of Destruction's psionic array as the Psychic Mist slowly dispersed, revealing a towering statue standing 11.33 meters tall.
Former Chief Librarian Hathor Maat stepped onto the platform. His obsidian eyes, shaped through the Bright Feather Technique, swept over Phosis T'kar, Temple Master of the Pyrae Cult, Menes, captain of the Fourth Fellowship, and the others below. Finally, he gave a slight nod and signaled to the Psyker Crystal.
"Nation of Disorder, Fourth Layer Space."
Nimrod leaned against The Throne, staring at the dreamlike scene emerging from the gray-white mist.
With a thought, he had the Space Apes in First Layer Space toss medicinal ingredients such as Antir people who called Alpharius Assisiltir into the furnace,