Five years flew by in the blink of an eye, and in that short time, the Imperium Secundus had undergone enormous changes.
With Star Gate routes already spread throughout the entire Far East and the Khala Network enabling real-time communication, the Imperium Secundus had mobilized all its productive forces. And with Guilliman, a human supercomputer, coordinating everything, it had achieved astonishing efficiency—enough to make the Imperium of Man green with envy.
Because of Hogg, Guilliman had never put on the Armor of Fate, which left him unable to bend down and pick up a piece of paper. Instead, thanks to Hogg's almost mystical biotechnology, he had recovered his health and even grown the same golden mohawk as Abaddon.
Perhaps the others thought the look was hilarious. After seeing it, the other Primarchs followed suit. Nearly everyone at the top of the Imperium Secundus now looked like Abaddon, so the White Scars shampoo that had come through the Dark Portal sold out completely.
Dorn's construction work proceeded at a terrifying pace, while the Forge World on the other side of the Dark Portal was also working at full capacity. It processed the raw materials shipped there into war materiel, storing some in packaged lots and sending the rest back to the Imperium Secundus aboard merchant ships.
Thanks to this virtuous cycle, the Imperium Secundus had made a name for itself across the Galaxy in just five years, attracting many dissatisfied factions to its cause. Among them were the Space Wolves, who were working hard to reclaim their Primarch's soul, and even the Fallen Angels, who were wanted by the Council of High Lords.
Since their Primarchs had once rebelled, both Legions had always been shunned within the Imperium. Their Primarchs had explained themselves countless times, but the other Space Marines believed