After hearing Zahariel's report, Nimrod leaned back against The Throne.
It is time to guide Zahariel and have him make contact with the dark Wardens ahead of schedule.
"What the texts of the Order of Sirius mention is indeed correct. Caliban has always been corroded by the power of Chaos."
With a thought, Nimrod sent certain common knowledge the two of them needed to them through Thought Impulse.
The Warp, Chaos, the Eye of Terror, Caliban—
Luther and Zahariel both shuddered. The Great Beast crusade had never won a victory, and could not possibly have won one.
The taint of Chaos had always existed, and it was difficult to root out. They looked at each other, and through the hazy black mist, they could faintly see the worry in each other's eyes.
Luther and Zahariel raised their heads at the same time, looking toward Nimrod, who sat high upon The Throne.
"On Caliban, there are other beings who recognized the threat of Chaos long ago, and have been fighting them all this time."
"Zahariel, you will not find them unfamiliar. You once swore that you would punish evil with your sword on his behalf."
Zahariel froze. At that time, he had not yet encountered the Black Emperor. The oath had been made when he became a knight.
My lord is the Black Emperor. Naturally, he knows.
"I obey Your will."
The black mist swallowed Luther and Zahariel, and they returned to Aldurukh.
Luther and Zahariel clasped their hands together, palms inverted, and prayed to the Black Emperor for a moment before leaving the altar.
Zahariel then left Aldurukh and came alone to the wilderness.
The cold wind howled, but Zahariel did not hesitate.
The Librarian took a deep breath, focused his mind, and let out a shout filled with psychic