"Are you sure about this? In ancient Terran terms, you're asking a tiger for its skin."
In the hospital room, Ventanus and the Word Bearers hermit had already taken their leave, leaving only Guilliman and Lox.
"Asking a tiger for its skin? So long as we are strong enough, the tiger will have only two choices: skin itself, or let us skin it ourselves."
"The Warp as a whole is terrifying, but that does not mean its individuals cannot be controlled. If they refuse to be civil, then we can help them become civil."
Guilliman smiled meaningfully. He had long been wary of the Warp's power, and now that he had a way to deal with it, he naturally intended to squeeze every last drop of value from it.
"Do you remember the Blackstone you told me about? That miraculous material capable of amplifying or suppressing the Warp. I intend to build a fortress made of Blackstone on one of Macragge's moons."
"Then, I will have the hermit perform Warp sorcery rituals within the Blackstone fortress and summon Warp creatures that are relatively easier to control."
This...
Lox's eyes gleamed as he cut in first. "Once those Warp entities enter the Blackstone fortress, their fate will no longer be in their own hands. That is when the untouchables we have gathered will come in handy."
Guilliman nodded at their mutual understanding. When he had learned of Blackstone's uses, as well as the devastating lethality untouchables possessed against Warp creatures, the outline of a similar plan had already formed in his mind.
He had merely lacked someone capable of carrying it out. The hermit Ventanus had captured during the underground war on Calth had undoubtedly completed the final link.
A systematic mechanism that could continuously fish creatures out of the Warp.