Jaghatai's voice recalled Dorn's thoughts, and his eyes turned to Ultramarines and Space Wolves who were receiving treatment in the distance.
"Now, it's your turn to tell me, Dorn. How did you end up in this ghost place? And them... those Ultramarines and Space Wolves, what happened to them? It seems that they have been fighting side by side with you for a long time."
Dorn's eyes followed Jaghatai's gaze towards those loyal warriors, with complicated eyes.
"My memory... is not complete."
He spoke slowly, his voice carrying the weight of a distant memory.
"I remember that at that time, I was leading a group of Progeny to execute the Scouring. At that time, we were tracking Traitors's ship in the cold void."
"My Progenys and I Boarding Action"Sword of Blasphemy" No. 1, but encountered a joint ambush. The battle was extremely fierce, the ship was burning... I remember I rushed into the core of the enemy ship... Then, a Sorcery from the darkness was more vicious and powerful than ever before... It penetrated my defense and knocked me down, and a Daemon Weapon cut off my palm. I tried to get up but only saw a blasphemous light rushing towards me, and then I lost consciousness."
Saying that, Dorn lowered his head and looked at his cold mechanical hand.
"When I regained consciousness again, I was lying in this desolate canyon. Both sides of the canyon were covered with various damaged statues of unknown significance, which looked like some kind of ruins."
"I checked my status. Except that my right hand... is missing, everything else is normal."
Dorn's tone was calm, as if he was describing something that had nothing to do with him.
"I don't know how long I have been unconscious, and I don't know where this place is. But I can feel that this space... is not normal. Time and space here are like a lot of parchment that has been crumpled, cut, and then piled together randomly."
Dorn kept talking and his eyes became sharp.
"I explored the nearby area. After only walking a few hundred meters, I passed through another piece of broken ground. The surrounding environment was no longer a canyon, but a broken wasteland. I found the wreckage of 'Resolute' (Fortitude)."
"'Resolute'?"
Jaghatai frowned.
"Yes. Strike Cruiser, who disappeared during a cleaning mission that Horus Heresy just concluded, belongs to the Seventh Legion. They were carrying a lot of heavy equipment and went to clean up a recruiting world that once belonged to our brothers."
Dorn explained to Jaghatai the mission of this ship.
"It crashed not far from where I woke up. The hull was twisted as if it had been pinched by the hands of a giant, and the scene inside was... even worse. The crew of Mortals was almost crushed by invisible forces into... unrecognizable matter."
"But in the deepest armored compartment, I found two Imperial Fists warriors from Company. They were wrapped in a... gray, sticky energy cocoon that seemed to freeze time, and fell into a strange sleep."
"But when I got close to them, the weird energy that enveloped them was like ice meeting fire, melting away quickly. The soldiers woke up immediately. Their memories were equally confusing. They only remembered that 'Resolute' was suddenly involved in an incomprehensible Warp Storm while sailing, and then lost consciousness."
"They don't even know how long they have been sleeping, maybe a few days, maybe... centuries? With their help, we used the remains of 'Resolute' and the metal that can be found in this wasteland to build this."
Dorn raised the rough but extremely strong mechanical hand again.
"As for them, they encountered it in a small, broken space."
Dorn's eyes turned to the direction of Ultramarines and Space Wolves.
"Two groups of Ultramarines and Squadron and Space Wolves, driving broken armored vehicles and tanks, seemed to have been thrown into this world by some force."
"A large group of Chaos Traitors and Daemon were also thrown here with them."
"We rescued them, but at the cost of losing the temporary base originally established based on the wreckage of Resolute."
Dorn paused and his voice became deeper.
"I asked these soldiers, and they also couldn't explain why they appeared here. Sons of Guilliman said that they were originally performing a highly confidential mission code-named 'Ashen Boundary', which was located in an edge world of Segmentum Obscurus, but they never arrived at their destination."
"After passing through the atmosphere filled with Chaos pollution on the surface of Planet, they fell here together with Drop Pod and their equipment."
"The Space Wolvess suffered an ambush during a pursuit and hunting battle. The leader, Chaos Sorcerer, used the unfinished sacrificial ceremony to forcibly summon a Daemon, and then they were brought here by a Psychic Power explosion."
"I also asked them about the time, and the two teams told me that it should be 892. M31 and 011. M32."
"After losing the original fixed base, we have been looking for whether there are other scattered Loyalists, and we are also looking for a way to leave here."
"We eliminated many enemies along the way, not only Rebels and Daemon, but also Xenos enemies. The team's personnel have also been attrition. Although some Imperial Shipss that crashed here have been found in many debris spaces, no other survivors have been found."
Jaghatai listened quietly, frowning more and more.
Battleships that have been missing for thousands of years, warriors from different eras, the reality of being forcibly thrown into this strange space... This void fold named "Entropy-Ash Corridor" is like a greedy Great Maw, swallowing up fragments from different time and space.
There are Imperium troops here and Chaos Traitors. All kinds of mixed targets appear here.
Jaghatai did not continue to speak, and instead began to think about how to leave this world.
And Dorn still has questions of his own to ask.
"What happened to the weapons you threw at me before, and your motorcycle? That's Melta Cannon. I don't believe your motorcycle is made of Titan's composite Adamantium armor."
Jaghatai shrugged.
"This is very complicated. I'll explain it to you later. I can't explain it right now."
"More complicated than what happened in Imperium in the past ten thousand years?"
Dorn obviously cannot accept this misleading statement.
Jaghatai showed a strange expression.
"It is indeed much more complicated than the situation in the past 10,000 years."
Jaghatai doesn't even know how to describe to Dorn those amazing moves Iax did.
"Report! Khan, something is not right."
The two Primarch immediately walked out of the wreckage of Stormbird and then looked in the direction pointed by a White Scars soldier.
An unknown substance like a piece of transparent glass was crossing the wasteland not far from them.
The ground is being split apart silently, matter disappears on the ground out of thin air, and there seems to be something special in the wasteland that is quietly approaching.