In the Fourth Layer Space of the Kingdom of Disorder, Nimrod extended his spirituality and touched the spiritual orb of Galan Surak, Chief Apothecary of the World Eaters.
He saw Galan wrapped head to toe in black robes, with no one around him but operating tables.
With a thought, Nimrod pulled Galan into the Kingdom of Disorder.
Galan was swallowed by black mist and arrived moments later in the mysterious kingdom within it.
He looked up into the depths of the black mist and saw the Black Emperor seated high upon the Throne.
Galan dropped to one knee. "My lord."
"I am currently in Tridecima, the capital of Bodt, overseeing the recruitment efforts of Salum's Crimson Chaplains and the Ember Wolves."
Nimrod nodded. He knew Bodt was one of the World Eaters' original territories, serving as both a recruitment world and a defensive base for the Legion.
Because the World Eaters and their allies had conducted weapons testing on Bodt, the once-arid world had become a hellscape filled with poisonous gas.
Candidates aspiring to join the World Eaters fought brutal battles against Auxilia gangs in the irradiated wastelands. Those who survived could become recruits.
"Mago and the others from the 18th Company can no longer endure the fall of the noble War Hounds. They have been asking me with increasing frequency how long they must endure."
"Over the past year, Mago, Khorag, captain of the 21st Company, and Captera, captain of the 37th Company, have all come to Bodt to ask me in person."
"Mago has come twice this year. He is still in Tridecima now."
"The time has come," Nimrod said gravely.
Galan had merely reported the World Eaters' unrest to the Black Emperor. He had not expected to receive an oracle.
He let out a breath of relief.