Calgar looked toward Odinson and the others, who were watching the show from the sidelines. "Them. In fact, we owe your awakening to them as well. We still haven't found a safe way to heal you."
Guilliman followed Calgar's gaze, and the first person he saw was a figure who seemed both unfamiliar and vaguely familiar.
"Belisarius Cawl?" he called hesitantly.
Having fully joined the Alliance and regained his flesh-and-blood body, Cawl smiled faintly. "It's been a long time, Lord Guilliman."
"It really is you." Guilliman was pleased as well. "But after ten thousand years, have you turned to biological genetics?"
Ten thousand years ago, Cawl had still possessed some bionic implants, but now he looked no different from an ordinary person.
No, that wasn't quite right. There was a difference: Cawl was young and handsome now, worlds apart from how he had looked ten thousand years ago.
"Thanks to the Alliance, I no longer specialize solely in biological genetics. I study whatever fields interest me," Cawl replied.
The Alliance again? Guilliman frowned slightly.
He had entrusted Cawl with quite a few secret missions ten thousand years ago. If Cawl had told this so-called Alliance everything, matters could become troublesome.
Looking around at the strangers who seemed to be enjoying the show, Guilliman said, "Cawl, I take it these people are representatives sent by this 'Alliance'? Could you introduce them?"
Cawl was about to speak when Odinson stopped him through the Tower of Babel Network.
Odinson stepped forward and approached Guilliman. Only then did Guilliman realize that the man was every bit as tall as he was-and gave him a faint sense of danger.
"Allow me to introduce myself." Odinson extended a hand. "I am Odinson, chief administrator of the Maelstrom Alliance. Welcome back to the waking world, Lord of