As an Archmagos of the Adeptus Mechanicus, Belisarius Cawl was a legend. A legendary sage in the truest sense.
Other sages and priests had once felt that Cawl had stood apart from everyone else over the past ten thousand years. Even to his fellow members of the Adeptus Mechanicus, his behavior seemed rather strange.
But when the Imperium's Primarch, the Emperor's son, Roboute Guilliman, returned to life with the aid of the Armor of Fate he had created, when the teetering Imperium once again had someone to rely on, everyone was stunned by Cawl's achievements.
The moment Guilliman revived, Cawl knew he would embark on the next stage of his mission.
As the resurrected Guilliman agonized over the Imperium's chaos, Cawl presented another masterpiece: the Primaris Astartes.
These soldiers, superior to the old Astartes, delighted Guilliman. And with an entire legion's worth of Primaris warriors, they immediately eased his shortage of manpower.
The revelation that so many Space Marines had been sleeping on Mars nearly sent every High Lord of Terra leaping out of their seats in terror. Even the Adeptus Custodes in the Gardens of Terra had their objections. Yet when questioned by various parties, the Inquisition and the Officio Assassinorum played ignorant without the slightest flaw in their performance.
The Imperium was weakening. It needed a powerful infusion of fresh blood to put this ancient, decaying giant back on its feet and give Guilliman a chance to cut the corruption out of its bones.
And when Cawl presented an entirely new range of Astartes equipment, even Guilliman was deeply moved.
But now, Guilliman was having trouble reaching Cawl.
The opening of the Great Rift had brought chaos and unimaginable destruction. Cawl was constantly seeking out the alien creations of the Necrons to study them, hoping to understand exactly