The sensation of spatial transfer quickly faded, and the primarchs found themselves in a space filled with futuristic technology, though it was now exceptionally chaotic.
Red warning lights flashed across the cold metal walls, while piercing alarms echoed through the empty corridors.
"Where is this...?" Guilliman looked around as his cogitator rapidly scanned the surrounding structure, confirming that they were inside a large space station. Apart from themselves, however, no other life signs had been detected nearby.
"The alarm is sounding. It seems we have trouble," Lion said in a low voice.
"Follow the corridor. Find survivors and determine what happened," Sanguinius decided.
The group swiftly advanced in the direction where the alarms were most concentrated.
Signs of battle could be seen along the way—damaged equipment, scorch marks left by energy guns, and wreckage of grotesque creatures that looked like a fusion of machinery and biological tissue.
Before long, fierce fighting and explosions of energy erupted ahead.
They quickened their pace, rounded a corner, and saw three people under siege.
A group of Antimatter Legion monsters, clad in heavy dark-red armor and varying wildly in form, were viciously attacking three figures.
One was a gray-haired girl wielding an ordinary-looking baseball bat. Yet every swing carried absurd strength, smashing approaching monsters away. Another was a composed black-haired young man wielding a spear, moving like a dragon as he precisely blocked and struck, protecting his companions.
The third was a lively pink-haired girl, continuously drawing her bow and forming frost arrows as she tried to freeze the enemies in place. Her bright face, energetic bearing, and especially that striking pink hair...
The instant they saw her, every primarch had been ready to step forward and greet her.
That face, that air about her, especially that pink hair, bore a startling resemblance to