Oh, look-the traitor has come out of hiding on his own!

Led personally by the Lion King, the Sons of the Forest's first assault had won an overwhelming victory, with little suspense and almost no contest.

At Alvin's request, they had annihilated the Chaos Space Marines aboard the ships while preserving as many of the vessels as possible.

Even so, the fighting had been so fierce that the Daemon Engines on a few ships were destroyed. The resulting Warp fluctuations swept up nearby vessels, costing them more than ten Chaos Battleships.

Cedric Hamilton, commander of the Imperial Navy, hurried straight into the Governor's Mansion, his face livid.

"I want to see the Lion King, the Primarch!"

His tone was downright rude. He had even skipped the most basic honorifics, showing just how furious the Imperial Navy commander was.

He couldn't understand it. Now that the Imperium had won the war, the first thing they should do was utterly destroy these thoroughly corrupted Chaos Battleships.

So why was he going to such lengths—even issuing a special order for Tech-Priests to wear sacred censers and spend already scarce supplies repairing these damaged Chaos Battleships?

It was sheer lunacy!

The illustrious Primarch couldn't possibly be Chaos, so there was only one explanation: someone had deceived him. Whoever had suggested this was a complete Chaos-loving scumbag and deserved to be dragged out and executed with white phosphorus!

Yet the Sons of the Forest guarding the entrance remained silent. Their actions alone made their meaning clear: without an order to admit him, he wasn't allowed one step inside.

"Move!!!"

Cedric was a Navy commander, his status no lower than a Chapter Master's. He was well within his rights to speak disrespectfully to a Space Marine.

With that, he tried to force his way in.

But the Son of the Forest wouldn't indulge him. He stepped sideways,