Aetsak stood at the entrance of the black tent, the Spear of Dionysus slung diagonally across his back.
Inside the tent, Nimrod's mind stirred, and in the First Layer Space of the Kingdom of Disorder, the Space Ape began using potion ingredients such as a star chart drawn with spiritual blood to concoct the Sequence 5 "Traveler" potion.
He looked toward the lord of the 5th Legion, Santiago Bergkamp.
The "Recorder" drew his Force Sword but did not activate the force Runes. Spirituality seeped from his fingertips and spread to the tip of the blade.
Santiago rapidly tapped the ground, and geometric shapes such as triangles and squares shot up one after another.
The "Euclidean Sigil" rose, and the Great Ocean receded like an ebbing tide.
Nimrod's right hand, held behind his back, quietly wreathed itself in black mist.
With a turn of his wrist, bottles of potions—white, yet transparent like half-melted snow water—fell before the sixteen "Recorders."
"Drink it."
"Thank you for your gift, Father!"
Santiago heard the other Shadows of Order thanking the Black Emperor. He picked up the potion and studied the pale green bubbles gurgling up inside it.
He tilted his head back and poured the potion into his mouth. The other "Recorders" drank their potions at almost the same moment.
As the potion slid down their throats, the consciousnesses of Santiago and the others gradually blurred, involuntarily leaving their bodies and rising into a supernatural realm born from powerful minds and violent emotions.
Countless pieces of information flashed through their minds like an exploding galaxy.
The mysteries of space and dimensions they had never known left even Santiago, a Daemon Psyker, intoxicated.
After Santiago absorbed the information and power bestowed by the Black Emperor, Obsidian's eyes swept the surroundings.
All manner of emotions and sensations