A holographic image vividly displayed the fiercest ground battle currently raging on the Traitor Iron Ring within the bridge.
Lion stood with his hands behind his back, watching the image. Psychic detection devices beneath the floor scanned the stream of information released by his brain, directly presenting the macro or micro views of the battlefield he wished to see.
When he intended to check on his son Azrael, the image instantly zoomed in on Azrael, Grand Master of the Dark Angels.
On the ground, this Chapter Master of the Dark Angels' founding Chapter was merely one Astartes among countless others.
The Astartes stood so densely packed that they were nearly shoulder to shoulder. Protected by Void Shields, they advanced forward. Azrael held his sword out toward the enemy, and the Dark Angels of his Chapter followed their Chapter Master's orders, seizing one objective after another or engaging in bloody battle with Chaos Astartes charging in with jump packs.
Whether Primaris Dark Angels or warriors within the Chapter who had not been upgraded to Primaris, they roared the same War Cry: "For the Master of Caliban! For the Warmaster!" Their cries mingled with artillery fire and the thunderous booms of Titan weapons firing from time to time.
As Lion's thoughts shifted again, the holographic image displayed the jagged decaying Webway. It was clearly a Webway entirely different from the Eldar's Webway.
Lion did not know whether the Webway opened by Vashtorr had always looked like this, or whether Vashtorr had corrupted the Webway of those Eldar and the creators they took such pride in.
None of that mattered. In an instant, Lion's mind was not considering the Webway itself, but how to get Qin Mo, who wanted to enter it, inside. Within this Eye of Terror, along the timeline and chain