The vast scanning arrays aboard the Sword of the Void swept across that region of nothingness.
All signals fell silent within that void.
Enormous tides of the Warp plunged straight into the void as they passed through the region, then vanished completely.
Fortunately, the gap in existence showed no unusual power of attraction. It behaved like nothing more than a hole torn in a bag.
After repeated scans yielded nothing, the Sword of the Void ignited its Warp Engine, tore through the veil of space, and began its return journey.
Within the region of nothingness left by the shattered Webway, countless pale blue lines were constantly weaving together.
The fractured space was gradually closing.
This was the result of the Webway Control System operating automatically.
The ancient installation was repairing the damage to this section of the Webway.
Meanwhile, the Inquisition fleet was taking personnel aboard from the Men of Iron's vessel 0113.
Jaghatai Khan and his gene-sons were still packed into those vehicles like sardines in a tin.
But there had been no other choice.
The Assault Cruiser's hull was only so large, and that space had only been freed up by moving out some of its Heavy Drone Fighters.
After all, time had been precious.
If they had waited for the White Scars' transport convoy to move out of the way on its own, the Webway might have healed before they were done.
The transfer of personnel went smoothly.
Meanwhile, the Tech-Priests aboard the Inquisition's Black Ships gazed in wonder at the Stormbirds the White Scars had brought back.
Large transport aircraft of this kind were exceedingly rare.
As the Inquisition fleet set course back to Terra, it began verifying everyone's identity and condition.
When Jaghatai Khan's towering figure appeared, accompanied by the oppressive presence unique to a