Stop?
A muffled whisper came through the private communication channel. Guilliman frowned deeply.
I had tried contacting Malcador, but the Imperium's current communication methods could not reach the Warp-touched. Perhaps you could try from your side.
Guilliman paused for a moment.
But I did not think Malcador and the Outsider could easily slow down. Luring a complete C'tan was no easy matter.
Static crackled through the channel again, mixed with indistinct words.
"...&%￥"
No... no, no, no. I suggest you relocate in advance. I know that will be difficult—fine. Remember to report your coordinates to the Imperium at all times.
The communication finally cut off amid the Tyranid Swarm's hoarse shrieks. Guilliman sighed. Their side could contact Hades only through the C'tan's unique abilities. With the Silent King having severed the two battlefields, the Imperium of Man needed to reach the other battlefield as quickly as possible.
Another fate line
The culprit who had thrown the battlefield between the Imperium and the Necrons into chaos had no idea what her decision had brought upon the other side.
Nor would she shed a tear for Malcador, who was currently running for his life and howling.
The individual representing "humanity" stood upon a desolate planet. Violent winds, stirred up by the extreme temperature differences, lashed his face at random and whipped Neos's long hair about, yet they could not conceal the flames rising in his eyes alongside his fury.
He could not understand—or rather, could not accept—what another version of himself had done. Standing on a barren frontier world within the Chaos Empire's territory, the Emperor kept his gaze fixed in Terra's direction.
The eagle and wolf he had sent out in advance had already arrived.
"You are late."
The golden-eyed sovereign gazed expressionlessly at the galaxy before him, and the