Unification?!

Commorragh--

The word instantly dragged Alvin back to that terrifying Demon Forge Palace.

He had almost forgotten.

Because of the incident involving the Emperor possessing him, the Astronomican that currently illuminated the Imperium's routes was temporarily extinguished. The instructions he had received from the Emperor himself were to go to the Dark Eldar's lair and retrieve a "thing."

That "thing" could let him relight the Astronomican and carry the Imperium through these difficult times.

"--How did you know I might be going to Commorragh?!" The moment Alvin finished speaking, he couldn't help slapping himself. Wasn't that just stating the obvious?

How could they not know?

To some extent, the existence of the Adeptus Custodes was itself a manifestation of the Emperor's will, even though Yellow Skin himself barely ever spoke.

At that thought, Alvin couldn't help wondering.

Should he go find Sentinel Prime and find a way to commission a dedicated speaking device for the Emperor Lord on the Golden Throne?

"The concentration of pheromones you're emitting has changed. Your microexpressions also seem somewhat guilty." Viktor calmly stared at Alvin, who was visibly guiltier after having his thoughts exposed. His tone carried a hint of warning. "For the Marshal's sake, I can overlook your earlier 'heretical' remarks, but—that doesn't mean the Terrax beside me, who hails from the Lord of the Sentinels, can likewise tolerate your heretical actions and thoughts without limit."

The Lord of the Sentinels, also known as the Sentinel Guard, belonged to a special corps within the Adeptus Custodes. They were specifically responsible for guarding the Golden Throne and the Emperor's personal safety.

For that reason, their selection was extraordinarily strict. Those chosen for the Lord of the Sentinels were usually both fanatically devout and extraordinarily skilled in martial arts. They were hailed as the hardest shields,