The Dark Angels, the first Astartes Legion created by the Emperor, were also the template for all the Legions that followed.
They were also the most mysterious and powerful of all the Legions—no one could deny that.
Guilliman vaguely sensed a powerful malice descending from somewhere beyond sight. Why? Why did it have to be the Dark Angels?
It could have been anyone, even Russ.
But why did it have to be the Dark Angels? He did not know whether his mysterious brother, the great Lion El'Jonson, was aboard the arriving ships.
If Jonson was not there, then things were not quite so bad.
"Maintain alert status and await my orders."
Guilliman ordered everyone to remain as restrained as possible, but he no longer possessed the innocence he had held before the Battle of Calth. If the Dark Angels showed any sign of aggression, he would strike first without hesitation.
The warships and Weapon Arrays capable of blotting out the heavens were already aimed at the Mandeville Point. Even if the Dark Angels had arrived, they would have no chance of surviving it.
The Indomitable Truth, bridge command platform.
Under the impacts of the Warp storm, the Dark Angels' flagship shook violently, but everything remained within controllable limits.
"Prepare for impact! We will enter realspace immediately!"
Captain Stannis shouted from the bridge. Before him, the technicians and crew conversed with one another at utmost efficiency, updating the data on this unknown star region.
Lion El'Jonson stood behind him. Stannis turned and reported the current situation.
The captain, whose damaged nerves left him entirely expressionless, delivered his report with concise force. His master slowly sat down upon the metal, inscribed throne fashioned from Caliban.
"Fleet losses: zero."
"Star chart correction: Ultima Segmentum, Macragge System."
"Radar alert: we have been locked onto