Damocles Gulf.
In the skies above this place, a storm was brewing within the Warp.
Within that storm, a figure with many arms could vaguely be seen.
He appeared quickly, then vanished just as quickly.
The Imperial Navy fleet was steadily sailing toward the region.
Upon the relics aboard one ship, and upon the Terminator armor.
A faint glimmer flickered, as though something ahead had resonated with them.
The Navigator Houses guided the Imperial Navy through the storms of the Warp.
They sailed through the bizarre and bewildering Warp.
The only thing that could serve as a guide was the sole flame of the Astronomican established by The Emperor.
The radiance of The Emperor guided their voyage.
The Navigator Houses, familiar with this world.
Looked upon the raging Warp storm, the Chaos tides of every color sweeping toward them and making direction impossible to discern as they battered the Gellar Field shields above their heads. Their eyes held a trace of concern.
"The Warp storm has risen again. It's already this insane! I've lived for more than fifty years, and I've never seen a Warp storm this violent."
"Who knows how long this war will last?"
Bzzz!
As though within the Warp, a figure swiftly swept past them.
Their ship's hull seemed to have leaked something.
"What was that?!"
"Stay alert!"
"Everyone, stay alert!"
The Warp was filled with dangers they found difficult to comprehend.
Those dangers included the Chaos creatures and daemons that lived within the Warp; turbulent currents of physics and space-time; even the energy tides and flows of the Warp that not even the most experienced Navigators could escape; the Astronomican's range limit; psychic power running out of control; and extreme mental and spiritual corruption.
Any one of those dangers could drag them to the brink of