Nibelung led the way into the room.
It was a hall as vast as a palace, its soaring dome studded with countless crystals that glowed a faint, spectral blue. Like an artificial starry sky, they slowly revolved, casting ever-shifting patterns of light and shadow.
Ancient reliefs and runes covered the walls. Those symbols belonged to no language known to humanity, their lines twisted and profound, as though recounting memories from before the universe was born.
A faint scent hung in the air, like ozone mixed with ancient spices, making them hold their breath without realizing it.
At the center of the hall stood a long table forged from an unknown metal. Intricate star charts and energy-flow diagrams covered its surface, while a slowly flowing band of liquid metal, like living silver, lined its edges.
Anna followed close behind. The instant she entered the room, her pupils contracted slightly.
It was the automatic calibration of Anna's optical sensors as they rapidly adjusted to the new environment.
Her gaze swept across the entire hall like a scanner, taking in every detail before processing and analyzing it at tremendous speed within her cognitive core.
Her attention focused especially on the runes on the walls.
The spatial folding device that had trapped Lorgar last time had left quite an impression on her.
That technology was no ordinary spatial folding. She had seen plenty of conventional spatial folding technology; it merely warped space to create shortcuts or hidden areas. Its principles were not complicated, and there were many ways to implement it.
But spatial folding technology capable of trapping several Primarchs, and which could not even be dispelled without killing its user, was on an entirely different level.
It was technology that could "solidify" space itself into a prison, sever a target's perceptions from reality,