"This is extremely risky, Lady Anna..."
Valkyrie's voice echoed through the hall. His mechanical eye flashed red as his fingers tapped rapidly across the Dataslate, bringing up a series of analyses and probability calculations.
The numbers flickered across his screen, each pointing to the same conclusion.
The plan's chances of success were too low, its risks too high, its uncertainties too great.
"We are entrusting our great Primarch's life to an elusive myth." Valkyrie's voice carried a skepticism he could not suppress.
"The Shroud's origins are unknown, its effects have not been scientifically verified, and its workings lie entirely beyond our understanding."
"We should not pin our hopes of resurrecting a Primarch on a relic of unknown origin. We should take a more reliable approach, such as cryogenically preserving Lord Lorgar's body until better medical technology and facilities become available."
"Or we could try the Adeptus Mechanicus's biological reconstruction technology. It would require considerable time and resources, but at least it would be better than this..."
"We shouldn't..."
Valkyrie wanted to continue persuading Anna. Once he started talking, it was hard to make him stop.
But just then, the hall's doors opened again, and Argel Tal entered.
Everyone turned to look at the young warrior.
Argel Tal had already withdrawn the golden wings behind him. The wings of light that had appeared during the battle were gone, but his pupils still shone gold, proof that Lorgar's power continued to flow within him.
His strides were steady and strong, his expression calm and resolute. He carried himself with an air entirely different from before.
"Father will be all right," Argel Tal said, his voice echoing through the hall.
"The power within me was given to me by Father. In the golden hall, he told me himself that he was like the