When Guilliman met Cawl again, the scene left him rather puzzled.
Automated Machines comparable in size to Dreadnoughts stood in formation beside Cawl and Iax. The Bodyguard Robot he had seen before now had a shinier shell, but it still dutifully stood guard behind Iax.
A group of Tech-Priests lurked a short distance away, constantly exchanging shrill noises and pointing at the Automated Machines arrayed nearby.
In truth, Guilliman had almost swung his gauntlet at those Automated Machines the moment he saw them.
Had their gleaming shells not looked so different from the Necrons' seemingly rusted, dust-covered forms with their green glow, Guilliman might have thought he had walked straight into a Necron stronghold.
After examining them closely, Guilliman found it rather strange that these Automated Machines bore no conspicuous markings, whether those of the Necrons, the Adeptus Mechanicus, or the Imperial Aquila.
Naturally, Guilliman's arrival did not escape Cawl's notice.
Even though the Elatana Armed Sentinels obscured his towering figure, Cawl could still see the foot armour of the Armour of Fate at ground level.
Guilliman finally reached Cawl after making his way around the formation of Armed Sentinels.
Although this hardly seemed like a suitable place for a conversation, Guilliman saw that everyone other than these enormous machines was keeping a considerable distance, and asked a question that required no secrecy.
"Cawl, do you know what Caoineag is? It should be an Aeldari word, but I don't know what it means."
Cawl visibly froze at Guilliman's question.
Had Guilliman arrived a little earlier, he would not have known either. Now, however, he knew perfectly well that Caoineag referred to the Breath of the Gods.
Perhaps sensing the confusion and urgency in Guilliman's expression, Cawl bowed slightly.
"Lord Guilliman, follow me."
Cawl intended to take Guilliman to a secluded