"They've been in there for so long... What could they possibly be talking about?"
The meeting room doors remained tightly shut. Aside from the time slowly ticking away, no one knew what was happening inside.
At first, the operators had waited outside with the attitude of spectators watching a show. But as they spoke among themselves, they gradually grew more and more uneasy.
Some operators sought out Blaze and learned from her about the tragedy that had occurred in Columbia.
Others found Hellagur and the others, learning of the astonishing combat strength the two Primarchs had displayed while suppressing the Seaborn.
Putting those two matters together, they began to wonder whether some terrifying new enemy had appeared on this scarred land—one formidable enough to make old knights who were practically demigods crawl out of their graves.
"Blaze... You said you saw something in Columbia? A bunch of dried corpses controlled by Originium Slugs?"
"The whole city went mad... I can't even imagine a scene like that."
"Oh God... Have the gods really abandoned us? Are those half-dead things the enemies we'll have to face next?"
"First the Seaborn... then this... We only wanted to cure Oripathy."
Unease was spreading when the tightly shut doors finally opened, and three people stepped out.
The Doctor, Kal'tsit, and Amiya.
They did not look well. It was clear from their eyes that they had no desire to speak with anyone. They only wanted to drag their exhausted bodies back to their rooms and rest.
Behind them came Leman Russ, Magnus, and the Sea God's avatar, Slippery.
"Doctor, are you all right?" Several operators close to the Doctor hurried over to express their concern. The Doctor merely raised a hand to stop them from approaching, then shook his head. "We'll talk about anything tomorrow. I'm