In the deepest reaches of the Blood Fortress, within a Stasis Field protected by layer upon layer of defenses and sacred prayers, lay the shattered remains of Sanguinius.
Time itself seemed frozen here, his once-handsome face locked in eternal compassion and pain.
Luke Skywalker stood outside the field. Obi-Wan, Ken, and Ella, the three Jedi, sat cross-legged in a triangular formation. With their eyes closed in concentration, their powerful Force flowed like invisible threads, weaving a precise web of perception around Sanguinius's remains and extending deep into the ethereal Aether Sea.
Guilliman, Dante, and several guards stood farther away, holding their breath as they remained alert for any unforeseen incident.
Reviving Sanguinius, in whatever form, would be a momentous event that shook the entire Milky Way.
Luke's condition was the most unusual.
He was not entirely corporeal, but existed in a translucent Ghost state. It was proof of his deeper mastery over the Force, allowing him to sense the beings of the immaterial realm more keenly.
His consciousness was like the most precise detector, carefully searching through the Warp's violent, chaotic currents of energy and countless fragments of souls for that unique, brilliant glow.
Time passed second by second.
Suddenly, Luke's brow furrowed slightly in his Ghost form. Upon Sanguinius's remains, his consciousness caught a faint golden speck, so weak it was almost imperceptible, yet exceptionally pure and resilient!
That speck was like a dying candle in the wind, weak yet stubbornly burning, carrying Sanguinius's distinctive compassion and unyielding will!
"Found it!" Luke's voice rang directly in everyone's minds, tinged with excitement. "It's an extremely small fragment, but... it really is Sanguinius!"
Dante's body jolted, and blazing light erupted from his eyes.
Guilliman clenched his fists as well.
Yet just as Luke carefully guided the three Jedi's Force, preparing to