The Dream of the Void and the Lord of Flame were docked in the Xenos Empire's capital system, while the fleets of every Legion surrounded the world shrouded in a black Veil.
The offensives against the Xenos Empire's other systems had come to a complete halt. Of course, with the entire xenos species thoroughly dead, there was no need to attack anything else. The Primarchs were now focused on preparing for what they considered a more important matter.
"Magnus." Horus spread his arms, allowing the Terra Watt people to fit him into Terminator armor. "Once we go down there, you will be the main fighting force. Be ready."
Magnus leaned on his scepter and nodded with unusual solemnity.
The other Primarchs were all present as well.
Every Legion was as prepared as their Primarchs.
Various tests showed that although the black Veil looked extremely strange, it was currently thinning, and passing through it carried no particularly harmful consequences.
The Xenos Empire's former capital world, wrapped within the black Veil, was now chaotic and impossible to measure through any scientific means under the teleportation systems' analysis. Teleportation was therefore unusable. Everyone could only resort to the backup method: drop pods.
Just as Horus finished armoring up and prepared to personally lead the drop operation, heavy footsteps sounded from the bridge entrance.
Everyone turned toward the bridge entrance in unison.
Several warriors clad in golden armor and carrying great shields and halberds entered the bridge first. Behind them, surrounded by those warriors, a man in golden armor, broader and taller than even these most exquisite products of genetic engineering, walked in slowly.
The senior officers of every Legion on the bridge all stepped aside, lowering their heads.
The Adeptus Custodes passed before the Astartes with their heads held high, ignoring their presence.