Before long, Horus's expeditionary fleet arrived in the Davin Star System.
On the Bridge of the Vengeful Spirit, Horus stood before the command console with his hands behind his back, gazing through the broad observation window at the Star System slowly growing larger ahead.
His expression was calm and focused, betraying no emotion, but his fingers tapped lightly behind his back—a subtle movement that only appeared when something stirred within him.
Behind him, officers worked busily at their stations. Quiet orders, reports, and the sounds of data checks rose and fell across the Bridge, everything proceeding in perfect order.
Throughout the journey, Lorgar had been thinking.
He stood in a corner of the Law of Faith's Bridge, arms folded, his gaze also directed toward the stars outside, though his thoughts were clearly elsewhere.
He was considering how the situation might change.
The rebellion on Davin, Horus's anger, Eugene's betrayal...
Lorgar tried to work through every possibility in his mind, trying to prepare for any unforeseen developments, but each scenario branched at some point into countless different paths, leaving him unable to determine which one led to the true future.
As the Vengeful Spirit and the Law of Faith completed their passage through the Warp together, the stars before them returned to normal in an instant.
The distorted colors, flowing like a film of oil, vanished, replaced by ordinary black void dotted with stars.
Thousands of immense warships appeared in the Davin Star System, one after another, like steel beasts emerging from the void.
They formed tight battle formations, their enormous hulls blocking the starlight and casting vast shadows across the Star System.
The safeties on their guns had already been disengaged, their lances were warming up, and the entire fleet went to maximum combat readiness in an instant.
Horus approached