"Martial"

The dome of the Meditation Hall was quiet and still. The arched ceiling, inlaid with Psychic Power crystals, cast a gentle yet majestic radiance below.

As Apu's order reached outside the hall, the heavy doors slowly parted, as if an ancient mountain were moving.

Boom—boom!

The two massive doors, forged from planetary cores and the Flower of Purity, slid outward along their tracks, revealing the solemn corridor beyond.

A heavy presence surged in from outside, as though steel and bloodshed had descended together.

Boom—boom!

Steady, heavy footsteps rang out.

Those were not steps a Mortal Power Armor could endure, but the tread of a Primarch. Each footfall made the hall tremble faintly.

The Custodes stationed on either side stood immovable like statues. Their Terminator Armor gleamed with a cold metallic sheen beneath the radiance. Their faces were solemn, and they did not waver in the slightest despite the tremors.

The Primarch entering the Meditation Hall was Sui Meng.

Sui Meng was fully armed. Standing over five meters tall, he radiated a steady might as the light reflected off his armor.

The armor he wore was not a simple imitation of the Empire's common Power Armor, but a design infused with unmistakable Chinese style.

Cloud patterns and Taotie reliefs were carved across the chest and abdomen. Their flowing yet fierce lines seemed almost to breathe.

The shoulder armor was broad, extending into winglike contours, like a recreation of ancient bright armor. Driven by the Psychic Power emanating from within, it shone brilliantly.

His helmet hung at his waist. His uncovered face was hard and resolute, carrying an unshakable killing intent between the brows.

The cloak behind his armor resembled an ancient battle standard. Red ribbons swayed with every step, giving off a cold, solemn pressure.

In his hand, he held an