"My work was finished. Complete your mission, Warsmith."
The scanners transmitted all gathered information back to the orbital starship's database, while the STC within Alpha Prime continued operating.
"Light up Macragge."
The Warsmith took a deep breath. Even when he had held the Fortress of Wounds for an entire year before finally detonating it and destroying an Emperor-class Titan, he had never been this tense.
He felt his deteriorated biological lungs contracting violently, while the blood pumped by his two hearts made his head swim.
But his hands did not tremble in the slightest, as unyielding as steel forged a hundred times over.
Following the method he had worked out himself, he began operating Alpha Prime.
Watching this, Lox could not help but admire Dantioch's skill. He still could not understand how this Iron Warrior, who had never encountered the Necrons, had managed to decipher and operate their Pharos beacon through intuition alone.
As the process continued, the quantum pulse engine deep within the Pharos Mountains began to operate.
The Blackstone caverns conducted infrasonic pulses from the abyss, and the entire mountain range shook beneath the influence of that technological construct.
Lox, standing within Pharos itself, felt the effects even more clearly.
His chest resonated beneath the infrasound, as though some Titan beast were awakening from eternal slumber. Everyone present felt a sense of grandeur and sanctity. Compared to it, humanity was so insignificant.
The STC was recording Pharos's operational state at full capacity, sketching incomparably complex lines and numbers across its display.
Even Lox felt dizzy at the sight of those astronomical figures.
Perhaps only a primarch's mind, comparable to a supercomputer, could parse such data—especially Guilliman. Lox had once suspected that he was actually a supercomputer wearing human skin.
Even those humans Lox had encountered who claimed to