Just as Loken was reeling slightly from Henry's introduction, which paired an astonishing combat record with a youthful face, and was still digesting that startling information, the heavy airtight doors at the training ground's entrance slid apart without warning.
A towering figure radiating an intangible authority stepped inside, his stride steady yet swift. His pearl-white Power Armour gleamed softly under the training ground's cold lights, and a dazzling cloak stirred behind him. It was Warmaster Horus.
His arrival instantly drew every eye.
The Luna Wolves instinctively straightened, falling silent and standing at attention.
The Word Bearers also stopped what they were doing and turned to acknowledge him.
The noise and sweat-laden heat of the training ground seemed suddenly subdued and cooled by a greater, weightier presence.
Horus's gaze swept through the crowd like a precise searchlight, fixing directly on Loken, who stood at the edge of the training ground before the Word Bearer in dark grey armour.
He paid little attention to anyone else, simply calling out with brisk authority:
"Loken." His voice was not loud, but it cut clearly through the background noise, carrying an unmistakable summons. "Come with me."
Loken immediately set aside his assessment of Henry. He gave the young Word Bearer before him a quick nod and said in a low voice, "See you later."
Then he turned without hesitation and strode after Horus, who was already heading outside.
Henry remained where he was, blinking his bright blue eyes. He watched Horus's retreating back, then lowered his gaze and rubbed the hilt of the Master-crafted Power Sword in his hand. A hint of curiosity crossed his face, but he soon regained his composure and turned back to his training.
Inside the Vengeful Spirit, the main corridor leading to the central area of the Bridge was