The Biel-Tan Craftworld had finished its repairs. The bubble-like folded docks within the craftworld accommodated the remaining Imperium vessels, and then the craftworld headed toward Cadia.
Agrippina had been shattered. The effects of Khorne and Slaanesh's divine war could not possibly fade during these few days of rest. When Lin Fan asked about the Blackstone Array, Trazyn said that it needed to be recharged and recalibrated as well.
The region lay somewhere between reality and the Warp. Chaotic, disordered waves periodically battered against the craftworld's hull. Only Aeldari seers could find the best route to Cadia amid such chaos.
Along the way, they finally encountered the reinforcements arriving from Cadia.
The main force of these reinforcements consisted of the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Iron Hands. The two Imperium organizations most fond of proclaiming the weakness of flesh and the eternity of steel were now trapped amid the chaotic waves, spinning about like headless flies.
The Adeptus Mechanicus Magi were beside themselves with anxiety. Every second wasted here meant that the Agripinaa Forge World was suffering further desecration at the hands of traitors.
The Adeptus Mechanicus Magos and the servitors and Skitarii under his command formed battle lines against the Iron Hands. Ancient weapons mounted upon his enormous, intricate body glowed with an ominous light, while rage roared from the massive engines behind his back.
"We must break free from this storm! At any cost! You heard the dying screams of the psykers—the daemons are ravaging Agrippina! Countless secrets of the Machine God! Countless assets of the Imperium are falling into enemy hands!"
"I understand the urgency of the battle for Agrippina! But I will never accept your insane plan, which has neither computational support nor a shred of reason! Using psyker corpses to enhance the augurs and cogitators is the