In Alicia's workshop, the Primarchs disconnected from the neural link without watching the beastly spectacle. Before disconnecting, Hogg had also said to Steve:
"Give it your best shot, Steve! The method's right there. I hope your old flame has a big enough appetite. I'm heading out. See you tomorrow."
The view shifted again. Seeing his silent brothers around him, Hogg hurried to explain:
"Don't look at me like that. If we were on this side, I'd have a thousand ways to perform life-extension surgery on her. But the problem is that the other side has nothing we need. I can only project a tiny bit of my power over there, so this is already the safest method.
"As for whether Steve did what I told him to, what the hell does that have to do with me?"
Hogg wasn't lying. The Primarchs had all experienced a virtual descent and understood how difficult it was to project their power over there. Hogg had already done better than any of his brothers.
Mortarion had needed decades of accumulation just to smuggle a bag of seeds over from that world. To fully develop another world, they would have to break through its thick dimensional barrier, but that was far too difficult.
Thanks to Hogg's neural link, the group compared notes and listed several worlds with the greatest potential for development. The others would need to be explored repeatedly before they could be evaluated.
Interdimensional exploration was delicate work. They had to find an excuse to get the natives of another world to invite them in. The best way was to establish a cult and use the power of faith to forge a connection, summoning them as otherworldly Chaos Gods to conduct so-called equivalent exchanges.
Meanwhile, because time flowed differently between worlds, Curze had