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Amid the Crimson Storm, the iron-gray fleet struggled onward like Great Beasts mired in a swamp.
Amrodi Skarsen Skarsenson, Wolf Lord of the Space Wolves' 5th Great Company, activated the communicator.
"Belisarius, when will you bring me before Nimrod?"
"Wolf Lord, I have done everything I can to carve a path through the Crimson Storm."
"For now, I can only bring you to the Land of Flickering Light. It is the only place within the storm's range that I can see clearly."
Skarsen sprang up from the furs of the command throne, breathing heavily.
"The Wolf King's order is to determine Nimrod's loyalty. Your task is to bring me before him."
"Then you should pray to the Allfather of the wolf pack. Nimrod is there."
Bang!
Skarsen's body slammed back against the throne. "I will find him."
"Wolf Lord, we have reached the anchor point and are about to enter the reality anchored by the beacon."
Skarsen switched communication channels. "Full-power scan. Determine where this is."
"Wolf Lord—" The Auspex officer's voice carried a trace of delighted surprise.
"This is Sotha, on the eastern edge of the Ultramar sector—we have detected the Shadow of the Throne—"
Skarsen's eyes gleamed as he crossed the distance to the hololithic display in two strides.
"Advance!"
"Wolf Lord." The Vox Master's voice cut into the channel.
"The Shadow of the Throne has sent a message. Arsena Dunn, one of the Primarch's Attendants, orders us to stop immediately."
"Tell him the wolf pack obeys only the Lord of Winter and War. He ordered me to meet Nimrod in person, not receive his words through a mortal intermediary."
Aboard the Shadow of the Throne, in the Primarch's office.
"Skarsen requests an audience with you. He says