After the meal, Trazyn sent Lin Fan a transmission. "All right, we're here."
Lin Fan told Tyberos, Nethanev, Hope, and Celes that they were forbidden from firing any weapons from this point onward. Perturabo and the others went with Lin Fan to the ship's command center, observing the pitch-black void through the screens and auspex.
"I can't see anything..." Before Perturabo had even finished speaking, the darkness before him underwent a tremendous change.
More and more green lights formed intricate, mysterious patterns. Illuminated by that energy, the outlines of enormous pyramids gradually emerged.
How many pyramids were there? Ten? A hundred? A thousand? Perturabo could not calculate it. His eyes could not even take in a single complete pyramid, let alone determine the positions of the others.
He lunged toward the auspex, shoved the operator aside, and connected his own cables to it. Yet in his perception, there was nothing before him. The data gave only perfectly normal readings. If those pyramids drifting through the void had not chosen to reveal their light, their warships might have had to crash straight into one before discovering they existed.
A circular passage stood open at the center of the pyramids, its interior concealed by light. Compared to that opening, the combined fleet of the Ynnari, three Space Marine Chapters, and an Ecclesiarchy fleet was tiny, like a whale opening its blood-filled maw toward krill in the sea.
"Can they really be trusted?" Jaghatai asked.
"It's fine. If they kill all of you, I'll kill all of them. Simple as that." Lin Fan offered this simple reassurance, and the combined fleet braced itself as it passed through the opening, arriving inside the pyramids amid dazzling light.
The space inside was far larger than anyone had imagined. Space had been expanded and stretched here,