Deep within the Webway, where space and time warped and eerie energies ran rampant.
Nearly ten thousand Astartes in white Power Armour had halted there.
Though they were taking a brief rest, their formation had not fallen into disorder. Instead, they cautiously maintained their watch.
If an enemy attempted an ambush, the seemingly relaxed force would immediately unleash a concentrated barrage as fierce as a raging storm.
At the head of the force stood two heavily bearded figures, one slightly ahead of the other. One towered over every other Astartes.
"Hulcha, are you certain we are heading in the right direction?"
"Great Khan, the veil of fate lifted slightly, and I glimpsed a corner of what lay beyond. Psychic whispers have echoed in my ears ever since. They puzzle me as well, but I do not know whether I should trust them."
"Do not worry, Hulcha. I did not mean to blame you. We lost those long-eared xenos months ago, and we still have not found an exit. Whatever omen you saw, I believe it can only be good for us."
Before Primarch Jaghatai Khan and Librarian Hulcha could finish their conversation, the already unstable Webway suddenly shook violently. Strange light flickered through the space around them, and a spine-chilling cold shot up their backs.
"What is happening?"
A White Scars warrior tightened his grip on his weapon, his eyes reflecting a veteran's characteristic caution.
"Prepare for battle!"
Jaghatai Khan's voice rang through the force like a great bell. His gaze remained fixed on the depths of the Webway, where a powerful, malevolent force of Chaos was rapidly surging toward them like a raging tide.
Beside the Khan, Hulcha closed his eyes tightly. Psychic fluctuations churned violently around his body as he tried to decipher this sudden crisis.
"Great Khan,