"Contact the Imperial fleet." Morians glanced to the side.
"We can't reach them for now. The Imperial fleet has likely already entered the battlefield through the Warp. The only fleets we might be able to contact are those nearby."
The Imperial fleet had already pushed deep into the heart of the battlefield. Even if they wanted to make contact, it was unlikely to be possible.
"Too late!"
"..."
They had acted too late.
By the time they learned of everything, Chaos's plan had already begun to unfold.
"It's not too late!"
Something in the direction of the battlefield resonated with the Iron Halo on Morians's shoulder, behind him, which might not have belonged to him. "It hasn't been completely torn apart yet. That means we still have time. We must reach the battlefield before the final battle, whatever the cost. If we can stop it, I fear that will be our only chance."
"Yes."
The two remaining Librarians of the Fifth Company, cultivated by Morians, nodded.
What their Fifth Company lacked least were psykers like them.
They were exceptionally sensitive to the Warp's psychic tides in this place. Even their formidable psychic powers were like candle flames swaying amid the colossal waves of the Warp. Using their powers at any time could cause their own strength to collapse.
One could imagine just how violent the Warp storm here was.
Under the frenzied onslaught of the Warp storm, the barrier between this place and the real world had become almost as thin as paper, ready to be pierced through at any moment. Even those insensitive to Warp psychic energy could feel an oppressive pressure.
For those with stronger psychic abilities, however, their senses were already filled with a shrill, piercing noise. It was a painful sensation that could not be shut