Compared to piloting that antique Thunderhawk through the Eye of Terror, traveling through the Webway at faster-than-light speeds far surpassed it in both efficiency and comfort.
The God-Emperor's Apostle used his psychic power to weave and condense a small light-vessel capable of carrying all the primarchs, relying on it to speed forward.
The scenery within the Webway flashed past at a dizzying speed.
At certain special nodes and intersections, they could clearly see the surviving grand ruins of ancient races—magnificent architectural complexes several kilometers tall, made from some unknown crystal and wraithbone; massive arches and complex support structures winding like mountain ranges, spanning multiple dimensional planes.
There were also foundations and interfaces that were clearly remnants of some colossal facility, whose design philosophy and technological sophistication far exceeded humanity's current understanding.
These miraculous creations silently spoke of the splendor of the ancient Aeldari Empire, and of the even earlier era of the Old Ones.
Their complexity and the technological principles they contained made even the primarchs, with their genetically enhanced extraordinary vision and processing power, feel waves of dizzying information overload after watching them for too long.
Even Mortarion, a man who loathed psychic power to the extreme and instinctively resisted it, let out an incredibly faint but heartfelt sigh of awe beneath his heavy breathing mask when he witnessed those towering ancient structures, clearly miracles created by a powerful psychic race.
"Only a truly powerful and prosperous civilization could create wonders so far beyond imagination," the Death Guard's cloned primarch said with feeling.
"Although I still utterly despise those affected, pretentious Aeldari xenos, I have to admit that even at the height of the Great Crusade, our human Imperium still stood at a visibly enormous distance from the Aeldari's former peak of glory."
Then he changed the subject. His