At the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy.
In the void.
"-How long do I have to keep living like this?"
Rowan raised his head.
Before him, the corpses of the Tyranid Hive Fleet scattered like a curtain of rain.
Hundreds of trillions of biomass carcasses drifted through the void, forming a curtain of flesh spanning dozens of light-seconds, thick and viscous, churning silently. In the lingering starlight, their shattered chitin shells cast grotesque patterns of light and shadow, horrifying yet possessed of a certain grandeur.
But Rowan was not looking at them.
Honestly, he had already grown sick of sights like this in such a short time.
He slowly raised his right hand to his ear, making a telephone gesture.
The gesture itself was utterly childish.
But empowered by his Reality Warping Ability, it actually worked.
There was no medium to carry sound through the void, but a more fundamental connection was established.
The call connected.
"Reporting to you, Lady Rowan."
Endymion's calm voice emerged from the emptiness, as clear as though the Custodian Tribune stood right beside him.
His voice was as steady and restrained as ever. "Lion El'Jonson has now entered the Webway. He has completed his first Forest Walk and reached the mission area within it. The other Primarchs have yet to hear of this, but I will pass the good news on to them next."
Endymion paused briefly, then added, "Your plan is progressing steadily."
Rowan nodded in satisfaction.
"That's good. I have nothing else to add."
He spoke.
Naturally, the Emperor had also notified him of the Lion King's awakening.
The Primarch who had slept for ten thousand years had finally climbed out of his sarcophagus, donned his armour again, and taken up his sword once more, surveying with those
hunter's eyes a Galaxy