When Guilliman slowly awakened from the brief slumber following his enhancement and opened his eyes, he was met by the concerned, curious, and unmistakably tense faces of his brothers.
"Robert, how do you feel?" Lion was the first to speak. His voice was steady, but the way he stared at Guilliman betrayed his inner unrest.
Guilliman sat up smoothly and naturally. He looked down at his hands, clenched and unclenched them, sensing the surging power within him—utterly different from before.
It was a more restrained, deeper power, yet one that seemed to contain limitless potential. It came from every cell in his body.
"I feel... better than ever." A genuine smile appeared on Guilliman's face, tinged with surprise. "My body feels light, but full of strength. My mind... is exceptionally clear." He could feel that his brain processed information far faster than before, as though a heavy set of shackles had been cast off.
A sharp gleam flashed through Lion's eyes. As one of the Primarchs' finest warriors, he was eager to learn just how far this "better than ever" truly went.
"Can he move now? I want to put him through a combat trial." He turned toward Researcher Leng, who was recording data nearby.
Without even looking up, Researcher Leng replied casually as she worked over her data pad, "He can move. Intense combat is no problem, either. Perfect timing—the research institute also needs combat data. But a reminder: he has only just completed the enhancement. His body and power are still in the adjustment phase, so he may not be able to fully display his combat strength. Then again, high-intensity combat can indeed accelerate the adaptation process."
With permission granted, everyone was immediately brought to a strange dimensional space.
It seemed like a layer wedged between reality itself,