An astropathic transmission from Macragge arrived at the New Caliban's astropathic relay station.
The experienced astropaths captured psychic fluctuations from the raging Warp and decoded them into comprehensible information.
"My lord, Regent Sanguinius urgently requests your return to Macragge. He and the Imperial Governor are eager to discuss an important matter with you."
"What matter?" The Lion sat upright upon his throne, his face shrouded in shadow, its details impossible to discern.
The astropath trembled slightly. Deciphering astropathic messages under such harsh conditions was difficult. Fortunately, she had other astropath companions to help share the burden.
"Regarding the gathering of military forces to support Terra."
The greater the distance over which an astropathic message was sent, the more concise it needed to be to reduce the burden on the astropath. Thus, astropathic communications were generally never overly lengthy or complex.
The astropath aboard the New Caliban considered what Macragge was trying to convey, then rendered it in her own words.
She waited apprehensively for the Lion's response. This temperamental primarch sometimes erupted into sudden fury, though he rarely directed it at mortals.
"Hm? Have Guilliman and Sanguinius already found a way to break through the Ruinstorm in such a short time? That sounds... suspicious."
Lion thought to himself. His ship carried the ancient xenos construct known as the Tuchulcha Engine, which could minimize the effects of Warp storms and travel through the Sea of Souls.
Yet even so, the Tuchulcha Engine still could not cross the Ruinstorm and carry him back to Terra.
The Ruinstorm summoned by that damned bastard Lorgar was no ordinary Warp disaster. Some unknown entities stood behind it, which was why it had endured for so long.
The Tuchulcha Engine called them the Warp Gods.
The Lion had encountered and destroyed countless xenos civilizations and human