However, before doing that, he still needed to be cautious.
Rowan waved a hand, and a Warp teleport beacon flew out on its own, landing on the Gargantuan's armor.
A flash of teleportation light passed.
The other three people aboard the Strike Cruiser immediately teleported down.
They looked around. The fierce battle against the Xenos they had expected was nowhere to be seen. As far as the eye could reach, there wasn't a single Ork Boy in sight—only a great many weapons and vehicles, scattered across the ground and abandoned by the Orks.
Everyone exchanged glances at the sight.
After hearing Rowan's words earlier, the vague thoughts in their minds had grown all the more certain.
Without a doubt, they had been in the wrong.
The man before them was the Emperor's Contractor, a being who walked among mortals and carried the Emperor's hopes.
They shouldn't judge him by their own ingrained assumptions. They were merely stepping-stones on his glorious path. They could offer help with the details, but shouldn't interfere with his will.
With that in mind, the three soon fell silent. They had no objections to Rowan's decision to make contact with an Xenos creation. Instead, they quickly formed a solid defensive line to ensure his safety.
At the center, Rowan slowly reached out, his fingertip touching the orb of light.
The instant he touched it, the WAAAGH field surged like an electric current, connecting with Rowan's perception in a deafening rush.
In a flash, an overwhelming flood of visions bore down on him, filling his senses.
Amid the raging tides of the Warp, at a place unknown to all, two colossal beasts—so immense they defied description, like stars themselves—were locked in a furious exchange of punches.
Their bodies were covered in emerald-green skin, and swarming over them