After Malcador told Lox and the others about what he had experienced during his disappearance, Lox shared with Malcador the unexpected gains he had made.
"I truly never expected it. The surprise you brought me was no smaller than the one I brought you."
"The Webway, the Webway..." Malcador repeated those two words, a trace of sorrow appearing on his face.
Behind those words had once lain humanity's hope of transcendence. Countless people, including the Emperor, had poured out their heart and soul to forge a Webway that belonged to humanity.
As long as the Webway Project succeeded, then even if every Primarch died and the Imperium of Man was destroyed, every sacrifice would have been worth it.
At its root, the Emperor had created the Imperium and the Primarchs to serve the Webway Project.
"Too late. Truly one step too late. How wonderful it would have been if you had brought out this technology during the Great Crusade."
"The Webway Project has already failed. Magnus still powers the Golden Throne to stop those Warp creatures from flooding into Terra—that is the best proof."
Malcador's voice was filled with sorrow and remembrance. Humanity had once been so close to success. If not for that fool Magnus, perhaps everything would be different now.
"One failure does not mean eternal failure, does it?" Lox asked.
"And with the experience of failure, along with the information obtained from the Old Ones, we can be even more confident about restarting the Webway Project."
Malcador stroked his beard. Suddenly, he felt that humanity's future seemed to have brightened, no longer as utterly dark as before.
Much of that light had been kindled by Lox, and this deeply moved the Sigillite.
Whenever humanity faced peril, many selfless and fearless talents always stepped forward to carve out