Malcador's words startled Archmagos Cawl.
"Repair the Eye of Terror?"
That sounded like a joke.
How could a Warp rift that had already formed possibly heal?
If it truly could be healed, then they could simply declare that every Chaos rift in the universe could be repaired. After all, no rift was larger than the Eye of Terror.
Who could accomplish something like that?
In any case, the Adeptus Mechanicus could never do it.
They had tried before, and they had all failed.
The power of the Warp was also something the Imperium strictly forbade them from studying, so they did not dare continue their research. At most, they studied how to load C'tan shards into their space torpedoes, creating bombs that altered physical laws to evolve places completely corrupted by Chaos, or induce labor in Chaos dimensional spaces.
Malcador's expression did not seem false.
Even now, Archmagos Cawl still did not understand how Malcador had returned.
And it had not been through The Emperor's methods that he had returned to the material universe.
That was right!
Even Malcador, who had lived through countless ages, was still intensely emotional when he spoke of it.
Cawl was talent Malcador had cultivated for ten thousand years in the future, so there was nothing he could not tell him.
Besides, the technology was clearly mature now.
Telling Cawl would also allow them to further carry out repairs to the galaxy after they held Cadian.
In truth, as long as they sealed every Chaos passage within the Milky Way, all that would remain was to turn the Imperium around and restore it.
He did not know whether others could accomplish it, but he himself had a certain degree of confidence.
By merging the human world with Gamma World and putting Necron technology to use—