The odds were better now.
998.M30.
Within Origin Space, in the Primarch's office aboard the Shadow of the Throne.
Nimrod leaned back against the throne and listened to the report from the lord of the 5th Legion, "Recorder" Santiago Bergkamp.
"My lord, I have obeyed Your command and established special coordinates within Origin Space."
"Good." Nimrod nodded.
He said to the Daemonology psyker and Arsena Dunn, who stood in attendance on the other side, "We will conduct an Aetheric Sojourn."
"Your will be done," Santiago and the Primarch's Attendants said in unison.
In an instant, the three ascended into the second layer of Magnus's Mindset. Their bodies of light broke free from the restraints of the flesh and slowly rose.
They avoided the doorway where Aetsak stood in attendance and flew in the opposite direction.
In the blink of an eye, the three shimmering figures reached the outside of the lower deck and flew straight through the rift the Hraf Web-ship had torn in the Simian Field.
The Daemonology psyker Santiago looked around and said with a sigh.
"This is the most unusual Aetheric Sojourn I have ever experienced."
"There are no bloodthirsty shark-like Warp predators, but there are countless screaming dead souls..."
The moment his voice fell, voices rang out all at once.
"Nimrod! Shadow of Order!" The voices sounded as if they had been tuned to the same communications channel, melding together into a dense rustle of papyrus, soaked with endless venom.
"We are world destroyers. We devour the souls of countless lives!"
Strands of cold, sinister tendrils swept toward them. Just as they were about to touch the three, "Mentor of Chaos" Nimrod's eyes narrowed.
His spirituality projected outward, magnifying his majestic will.
Ah!
Countless cries of alarm rang out at once, and the Hraf souls fled