Shadow of the Throne, Primarch's office.
Nimrod leaned back against The Throne and said to Chief Librarian Thomas, "Let the Edict of Nikaea go to hell."
"All Librarians are to join the battle order. Use mental communication to ensure our channels remain open."
Thomas's eyes lit up. "Praise be to my lord. You are as wise as ever."
The last trace of doubt vanished, and the Chief Librarian left the Primarch's office with his head held high.
Nimrod walked toward the bedroom. With one step, he arrived in the Kingdom of Disorder.
After taking his seat upon the towering throne in the Fourth Layer Space, he extended his spirituality and touched Dementyeva's spiritual sphere of light.
"Find an opportunity at once. Set out for Potsdam and rendezvous with Maria."
Dementyeva, Maria Kournikova, and the others—the "Witches of Joy," "Witches," "Instigators," and "Assassins"—had all followed his orders and scattered across dozens of worlds in the Arkham-Sothos Star Cluster.
Dementyeva knelt on the ground, clasping her hands together in an inverted grip as she prayed in response.
"I obey Your will."
Black Dreadclaws, thick as raindrops, shot out from the fleet of the Shadow of Order, blanketing the northern hemisphere.
The coordinated combat countdown hit zero at the same time. A large number of pearl-white Luna Wolves Drop Pods, a smaller number of Emperor's Children Drop Pods, and a scarce few red Blood Angels Drop Pods also pierced the atmosphere at high speed, plummeting toward the southern hemisphere.
The instant the 10th Battalion Dreadclaws engraved with Shadow Roses slammed into the atmosphere, the quiet cloud layer was suddenly activated by the Shield Storm and began to churn.
Heavy thunderclouds stacked layer upon layer, wave after wave crashing toward the Dreadclaws.
The black mechanical claws spun like whipping tops, but their locators remained