A month had passed since Lin Fan's match with Lieutenant Sura. Their fleet had passed through Mandeville Point and entered the perilous Warp.
The Warp had been stable these past few years. Reports from Cadia, which guarded the Eye of Terror, stated that the lights representing the foul things of bloody war and depraved indulgence had dimmed considerably.
No matter what dangerous schemes the Chaos Gods of the Warp were preparing, the Imperium's soldiers remained on high alert.
Still, this inexplicably calm Warp had to be put to good use. Many merchant fleets had rapidly grown rich over the past few years.
In the past, these fleets would always suffer losses when crossing the Warp. Personnel mutating into monsters was a minor issue; the real fear was being swept into a current and losing their bearings—either emerging hundreds of years in the past or hundreds of years in the future.
None of that time-disrupting nonsense had happened in recent years, and the chances of daemons boarding ships had greatly decreased as well.
The other regiments aboard the ships trained and lived according to the 24-hour schedule established by Holy Terra. After all, different planets had different orbital and rotational cycles. Since Terra was the holiest place in the Imperium of Man, most planets retained their own regional timekeeping while also dividing time according to Terran standards.
Though they did not really need to follow it. It was more of a way to satisfy Internal Affairs.
After training ended, the soldiers scattered in twos and threes. Since battle could erupt in the Warp at any moment, the ships' training schedules were relatively light. After all, you could not expect soldiers whose muscles were aching from training to hold a position.
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