"Do you know anything about Inhuman sorcerers?"
Gronov Rutov posed the question to the Emperor. Previously, they had only seen Him in videos and photographs. After that brief meeting, even the Gene-modded Warriors were astonished by everything their creator displayed—the Emperor had deliberately restrained His radiance so the Gene-modded Warriors could clearly see His face. He shook hands with them and knew everything about their training results and battlefield merits. For a soldier, it was difficult not to choose to follow such a leader. Moreover, the Gene-modded Warriors all knew that they were warriors created by the Emperor for the great cause of unification and the continuation of humanity. They all identified with this grand and magnificent ideal and could hardly wait to achieve it through war—they communicated through the Communication System inside their Power Armor, which completely insulated all speech. In the long corridor, aside from the dying gasps of genetically engineered monsters, there were only the sounds of the Gene-modded Warriors', Praetorian Guard's, and Emperor's combat boots stepping across the steel-framed Grid Floor. Yet under the intruders' deliberate control, even those footsteps were nearly silent.
"We all believed you must know something about the Inhumans, at least more than the intelligence placed on your desk," Gronov Rutov explained. "That is our assessment. We believe you did not launch this war without reason. These Mutants and Mutant Psionics certainly deserve death, but the cost of starting a war must be considered."
"I am pleased that you can think, Gronov Rutov." The Emperor's gentle smile was hidden beneath His helmet. "Yes, Mutants and Mutant Psionics are not the primary problem. One could even say that the sorcerous ritual they are conducting is not an imminent threat. Kamar-Taj can continue its blockade of Attilan until the Dark Order arrives. Attilan's greatest