The Navigator System gave him a non-answer, one that lay completely beyond anything he had imagined.
The Crimson Yellow Latitude Longitude Navigation Chart!
Ten thousand years ago, in the Imperial Palace of Terra, upon the Golden Throne, the Emperor had signed that "oath" together with the progenitors of the four great Rogue Trader families.
What, exactly, had the Valshius Family spent ten thousand years searching for?!
What had Edras, the previous family head, seen when he staked everything on one desperate gamble and led the vast Valshius fleet into that mysterious Black Zone?!
And who... had created the Navigator System?!
The Emperor? Khorne? Slaanesh? Nurgle? Tzeentch?
Or... was this another "bargain" between the Emperor and the Four Gods?
Then what about him?
What did that make him?
His thoughts were a tangled mess, with no loose end he could follow.
Just then.
An invisible force seized his detached "consciousness" and forcibly dragged it toward his "body."
"No!" He roared, trying to resist that force.
But his struggle achieved nothing. His consciousness sank, and his "third-person perspective" shifted back into the first person.
He was back!
Back inside this body again!
Realizing what had happened, Alvin felt veins bulge on his forehead. "It was you! System!"
The Navigator System fell silent once more, as though it did not exist at all.
With his conscious mind back in his body, the halted flow of time resumed.
Below the ritual altar, Mar-Vell's smile widened, a sickly flush spreading across his face as his blasphemous tongue of Chaos ceaselessly cried out Atropos's name!
But in the very next second.
The six concentric rings representing Slaanesh on the ritual altar began to crack.
Crack!
The crisp sound, like shattering glass, echoed through the empty Pyramid.
The feverish, sickly smile on Mar-Vell's face froze for a