This was a base protected by stringent security measures. In the vast majority of databases, it was a blank space.
The Lion was more familiar with this than anyone. Within his Legion, there were even more nameless places like this than places with names.
Information that was never entered into records existed only in the minds of members of the various Orders, passed along through layer upon layer of intricate Inner Circles.
Naturally, as the master of the Legion, the Lion knew every secret of every Inner Circle. He was also the sole common link between all of them.
And places without names often concealed more secrets than proper bases ever did.
The problem before the Lion now was how to infiltrate it without killing the guards.
Inside the secret base.
Valentus Dolor, one of Guilliman's champions, was currently deep within the facility.
Even when Night Haunter had wreaked havoc across Macragge, this champion had remained stationed here without leaving. Vulkan's body was far too important for any carelessness.
"This is shocking news. We should be glad, but I do not know whether this is truly good or bad. We should report it to the primarch. The primarch should make the decision."
The Apothecary stationed here with Dolor spoke as he stared through reinforced glass at the charred corpse upon the platform inside.
Vulkan's body was changing. The Apothecary had discovered it.
"In fact, I have already relayed the information to the primarch. He is on his way."
As the highest-ranking officer in the base, Dolor had activated a scarlet-level alert. The mechanical blast doors guarded by sentries were dropping shut one after another, and they would not open again until the primarch arrived.
"Brother Edmond, Vulkan's body appears to be healing. I do not think my eyes have deteriorated