Meeting Guilliman's eager gaze, Lox slowly began to speak.
"The main objective of this journey, locating Blackstone, has been successfully completed. On a primitive planet called Pandora, we found enormous Blackstone mineral veins."
"The savage Eldar living on Pandora have been politely sent away. This jewel on the galactic frontier will provide us with Blackstone materials for a long time to come, and this habitable planet is also a precious asset. It can serve as our anchor point there, complementing Sotha."
Grod, the leader of the Victorious Army, thoughtfully brought over a glass of Macragge's specialty wine so Lox could drink while he spoke.
Lox took a sip, moistening his throat. He truly had missed this taste.
"Those Blackstones have already been transported to the Mustafar Forge World. The Adeptus Mechanicus will process them, and our plan can move forward."
"You have worked hard, my friend," Guilliman said with heartfelt gratitude.
He had already read the fleet's voyage logs. With his abilities, using quantum fluctuations to speed-read everything that had happened during this period, along with every detail, was no difficult task.
Yet he could still taste the hardship of the journey between the lines.
They had braved Warp storms all the way east, explored several planets where alien life had emerged, and encountered both savage Eldar and Craftworld Eldar on Pandora. Lox's fleet had clashed with the Eldar and successfully defeated the enemy.
Guilliman deeply appreciated Lox's efforts. This Perpetual from the past had originally been nothing more than a passerby; his arrival on Macragge had only been an accident.
It was Guilliman who had continually deepened their connection and bond, repeatedly asking Lox to resolve his troubles.
If a friend could do this much for someone, what more could he possibly ask for?
Guilliman was immensely fortunate to