Guilliman's communication swiftly spread among the Primarchs and received responses.
Mars, within a secret chamber shrouded in intricate temporal force fields and precision instruments.
Lion El'Jonson stood at the center of an energy vortex, his eyes tightly shut.
Headmaster Kieran floated before him, his fingers guiding an invisible torrent of time that relentlessly washed over Lion's mind and body.
This was no simple training, but a recollection of essence.
Kieran manipulated time, forcing Lion to repeatedly relive the bizarre and extraordinary experiences he had encountered upon first awakening within that mental illusion, experiences that had touched upon the nature of the Warp.
Thousands upon thousands of cycles, thousands upon thousands of temperings.
Lion's mind grew ever tougher and clearer through repeated tearing and reforging.
At last, in a certain instant, a sudden enlightenment like dawn swept away every fog and surged into his heart.
He clearly sensed that an entirely new connection had formed between himself and that churning Warp.
He no longer resisted it. Instead, he began to... merge with it and control it.
With a slight shift of thought, his body seemed to become an illusory shadow, vanishing instantly from the complex array of instruments without causing the slightest energy fluctuation. The next moment, he silently appeared at the other end of the laboratory, as though he himself were part of space.
"It worked..." Headmaster Kieran withdrew his power and murmured with satisfaction, a pleased expression on his face.
Lion slowly clenched his fists, feeling the immense power coursing endlessly through his body.
The feeling that his vitality was no longer draining away was incomparably clear.
Not only had he returned to his peak, he had surpassed his former self, becoming a unique existence able to travel and hunt freely within this universe so profoundly affected by the