The lord of the 5th Legion, Santiago Bergkamp, walked beneath a lowered crystal hood, raised his hand, and put it on.
"Pull up the information on the fleeing destroyer!"
Streams of electronic data poured through the interface into Santiago's brain. His obsidian eyes narrowed, locking onto the target.
He removed the hood, controlled his own spirituality, and sketched symbols and sigils within his mind.
When he had been a "Recorder," his brain had already mutated, becoming a structure made up of living symbols, patterns, and sigils.
As illusory symbols and sigils arranged themselves one by one, they formed a stable spiritual door, projecting it before the "Traveler."
Santiago walked into the "Traveler's Door," and flowing light streaked past at high speed.
There were none of the Warp phenomena he had grown used to over the past century and more: icy tentacles, eerie flames...
Nor did he need to stay cautious and alert for a predator that might appear at any moment.
Compared to teleportation in the past, this is what travel should be!
"Traveler" Santiago sighed inwardly. He felt even his spirituality grow a little more lively.
An illusory door formed before him, and he stepped out of the "Traveler's Door."
Santiago swept his obsidian eyes across the area and discovered dozens of nobles in silk finery standing on the bridge, gathered around a throne.
The Throne was carved and inlaid with gemstones of red, yellow, blue, and green, and upon it sat a man holding a scepter.
The man was around forty, with a build no different from an ordinary person's, and there was nothing distinctive about his appearance.
Only his eyes seemed to shine like diamonds.
His pupils wriggled like insects.
At this moment, his left pupil had slid down to the lower right, close to the bridge