The two were at a loss, but as they looked at Sanguinius's perfect, confident smile, their hearts found a little more resolve.
That was right. They were Primarchs!
How could they resign themselves to fate before they had done everything possible?
Unwilling to waste any more time, they boarded Jaghatai's fastest warship.
Jaghatai was truly anxious this time. He shoved the captain aside and took the seat himself.
The main control chair, designed for mortals, posed no obstacle to Jaghatai, whose nature was tied to the Warp.
His body transformed into lightning-like streams of light, seeping into the pipes and cables and spreading across the entire vessel.
The warship attained an outrageous speed, practically becoming an extension of Jaghatai's tireless stride.
They plunged headlong into the Webway and raced toward Terra.
The Primarchs moved too swiftly, leaving the Ultramarines and Blood Angels with only a simple order to proceed to Terra.
Celes scratched his head, helpless in the face of the Primarchs' urgency.
Just as he was about to look through the copy he had secretly hidden away, Corax emerged from the dark, cramped little room.
He had sorted out his feelings and decided to respect Jaghatai's privacy and help conceal the matter.
Now, he wanted to find his brother Roboute Guilliman and explain just how serious a crisis of trust stealing Jaghatai's books could cause.
Unable to sense the Primarch auras of Guilliman and Sanguinius within the fleet, he sought out Celes to ask where the two had gone.
"Lord Corax."
Celes was somewhat at a loss when facing Corax.
The current Lord of the Raven Guard was merely a lean, fair-skinned mortal in appearance, someone even Space Marines had to look down upon.
Looking down at a Primarch was practically an act of grave disrespect.
Crouching down to