The azure glow in Luke's eyes completely receded, and the surging tides of the Force around him returned to calm. Yet beneath that calm lay a terrifying power, refined to its absolute peak, capable of shaking the stars.
He had just completed his ascension of life. His resolve was set, and he was preparing to bid everyone farewell and enter the Warp alone to bring his destined conflict with Darth Vader to an end.
Just then, every communications device in the laboratory simultaneously sounded a highest-priority alert. Kesha's cool, authoritative voice rang through every corner:
"All units of the Seventh Fleet, attention. Set sail immediately!"
"First and Second Squadrons, target: the Great Rift! Prioritize sealing all major passages connecting the Warp and realspace. Establish an absolute defensive barrier and await the order for the final offensive."
"Third Squadron, clear the remaining hostile targets in realspace: Tyranids, Orks, and all other hostile xenos civilizations. Secure the rear and eliminate every factor that may interfere with the main battlefield."
"The war against the Abyss is about to begin. No restraints from realspace can be tolerated within Imperium territory. All fleets, execute immediately!"
The orders were clear and decisive, carrying unquestionable supreme authority.
The entire Seventh Fleet awakened like a slumbering giant. Its massive formations began moving, turning and assembling in orderly accordance with the commands as they prepared for transit.
Everyone in the laboratory stiffened.
Guilliman's expression turned grave. He knew that war was about to erupt once more.
Slaanesh instinctively shrank her neck. She had no desire to get dragged into that cesspit now.
Puni nodded slightly. "Since the fleet has begun mobilizing, we should go with them."
Doom Slayer nodded.
Naturally, they would not remain at the blockade line. They intended to venture deep into the Warp and find that