On a tower rising above the surface of the crone world, a massive relocation effort had just begun.
This old man, with sparse white hair, large patches of exposed scalp, and a layer of human skin draped over his armor, was Fabius Bile.
The ruthless figures of the Eye of Terror called him "Spider."
Part of the reason this nickname had become Fabius's moniker was the Warp-mechanical device on his back. Resembling spider legs, it could not only help its master rapidly recover from injuries, but also thoroughly repay any enemy foolish enough to attack him.
"The warships are ready. Don't forget who helped you transport your twisted creations."
A Space Marine in crimson armor walked up behind Fabius, his helmeted voice brimming with violence.
The Black Hand insignia on his chest revealed his identity—a Red Corsair.
"You will leave the Eye of Terror and serve the Lord of the Maelstrom."
"That is your value."
At those words, Fabius silently raised his head and looked toward the sky.
A fleet of six Red Corsair Cruisers and seventeen Frigates was stationed in Brumm's orbit.
Probably orbit.
All planets in the Eye of Terror had long since broken free from the laws of real physics, so it hardly mattered whether those warships were far beyond the horizon or right before their eyes.
"How is your Lord of the Maelstrom, who has submitted to those laughable so-called gods, doing these days?" Fabius asked with a smile, turning around.
"Watch your words." The Red Corsair before him had been personally trained by Huron. When he had joined the Star Claws, Huron had taught him combat hand by hand.
That bond filled the Space Marine with rage at Fabius's insult, but bringing Fabius back alive was the Chapter Master's order.
This mad doctor had