Ten minutes later, everyone had finally arrived.
Horus was the most apologetic of them all, but he had no real need to feel sorry. They had all arrived on time—the only reason they seemed late was that some people always came early.
Rest was a luxury, and some of the people in this room would rather cast it aside entirely. Others used their rest time to work.
Horus, for example. Magnus, too, who walked with an unsteady, floating gait. His overuse of psionic power had left him looking utterly weak, sometimes even needing support. If he stopped for a single day, his body, with the Central Hub's help, would return to normal. Unfortunately, he would not stop.
This was not born from a researcher's zeal, but from something else.
"Rebuild the Legions." Horus mused for a moment, sinking into thought.
"Restore the Legion structure," Dorn corrected. "Doing so is entirely reasonable, and well worth promoting. We are short on time, that much is true, but what if They really do arrive later?"
"Then how do we solve the matter of recruitment worlds?" Jaghatai asked, cutting straight to the heart of it. "The Empire doesn't have that many suitable sources of recruits right now. Even if it truly did, under the most ideal circumstances, we would still need a very long time to coordinate and plan."
"I have already drawn up a very detailed plan regarding this matter."
Dorn stood, pulled the thickest document from the pile, held it in his hand, and began to read out his plan in the oldest and most rigorous manner.
"The issue of recruits is actually very easy to solve. Thanks to the Glyph Array network already under construction, we can now communicate between star systems in an extremely convenient way. The existence of the