125 Stop Arguing, Stop Arguing

I don't think I was late.

The Pale Lord sighed, his gaze passing over the holographic projection floating above the long table. On either side, closest to the primarch, sat Malcador and Kirkland;

the remaining seats were occupied by the planetary lords of the Ultima Sector. These poor souls had been urgently summoned by the primarch, and as the mortals trembled in fear, the door opened.

Hades strode in, travel-worn and dusty.

"On the contrary, the timing is perfect."

With a casual wave of his hand, Hades changed the floating map above the table. Countless dark purple markers appeared across the star chart, marking the rough locations where the Eldar fleet was hiding.

"The Eldar fleet attacking the Calixis Sector has now been cut off from the forces behind it in the Scalus Sector—the Imperium holds naval supremacy."

I presume my esteemed father has arrived as well?

Mortarion spoke calmly, his voice emerging like a breath. Judging by his tone, Hades felt this was a particularly advanced form of sarcasm.

Hades glanced at Malcador, then nodded and said vaguely,

"I think he has projected part of his power here."

Can the Eldar fleet make an immediate short-range Warp Jump? Or are there other Webway entrances and exits here?

Since they had come out, they should not even think of returning alive.

Mortarion thought quietly, his gaunt hand pressing down on the documents on the table.

"I can confirm that there were three Webway entrances in this region, but I destroyed them in advance."

Hades said,

"As for the first question... I don't think the Emperor will let them leave so easily."

Mortarion sneered. Of course the Emperor would do that. He had carved hatred for xenos deep into Mortarion's genes—

which meant the Emperor himself must be someone who loathed