At the Lion's command, the immense Invincible Reason led the fleet toward the flash of light.
The Gloriana-class vessel was shrouded in an invisible warped field, which shielded it from the effects of the terrible storm.
Empowered by that field, the Dark Angels' fleet was like a reflection upon water. No matter how violently the Warp storm raged or the surface churned, the reflection remained a reflection.
It was not the power of human technology, but the effect of an ancient relic the Lion had acquired from the Perditus system.
The Tuchulcha Engine, a relic technology created by an unknown species, capable of performing Warp jumps with astonishing efficiency and precision.
According to the relic's own consciousness, its birth was closely connected to beings from the distant past known as the Creators.
"How long until we can leave the Warp? Can you identify the source of that beam?"
The grime on the Lion's armor had been carefully scrubbed away by Servitors. He swept his golden hair back, rested one hand on the hilt of the Lion Sword, and entered the command chamber on the bridge.
"Another twelve Terra hours, my lord," the captain replied respectfully.
The Navigator's eyes glowed with psychic blue light. The psychic eye in his forehead was enclosed within an intricate mechanical construct, and he gripped a staff that better channeled his power as he strained to lock onto the beacon's position.
The Lion sat upon his metal throne. He had just been about to summon his chamberlain when memory reminded him that Corswain had already led a fleet alone to hunt down that damned Typhus.
"Whoever it is, they had better be leading us to loyalists. I have had enough of these endlessly emerging traitors. They have betrayed the Emperor's trust, and they have betrayed the