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All attendants, guards, and accompanying Custodes stopped before the Silver Gate, halting a hundred meters away from it.

They were not qualified to enter the Throne Hall.

The two Galatus Custodes Dreadnoughts before the gate maintained combat stances, their main cannons locking onto the visitors at low power. "Halt. State your identity."

"It's me." Guilliman stepped closer.

Only after seeing the Regent return did the Galatuses lower their cannons.

The Silver Gate was a thick, heavy lift gate with three independent locking systems, all relying on ancient dark technology devices embedded within the gate itself. It had no external handles.

A full squad of Hetaeron Custodes arrived through the outer corridor, crossing their spears to seal off every avenue of retreat.

A Silent Sister Squad spread out along the sides of the corridor, deploying a null field that suppressed all psychic fluctuations and blocked the massive psychic power leaking from beyond the throne, preventing the visitors' minds from being overwhelmed by the psychic torrent.

The giant bolts and pressure-locking bars along the sides of the gate retracted in sequence, producing heavy metallic impacts. Then the lift gate began to rise with a rumble.

Relying on underground hydraulics and antigravity units, the entire gate panel slowly lifted bit by bit along the grooves in its frame.

The gate rose only about four meters, just high enough for Guilliman to pass through.

When the Regent and visitors came to pay their respects, the gate was never raised all the way to the top. It was opened only high enough for a single person to pass.

It was fully opened only during Custodes rotations or major maintenance on the throne, allowing Galatus Custodes Dreadnoughts to pass through.

Guilliman crossed the threshold alone with Lin En.

As the two of them crossed the threshold,