As the fleet drew closer, the interference affecting the scanning arrays gradually diminished, and the holographic projection hovering above the table became steadier and clearer.
The fluctuations in those signals gradually faded, as though a nearsighted person had put on glasses and could finally see clearly.
Lox could even make out the surface of that colossal planet with his naked eye, its countless fine patterns resembling the growth rings of trees.
Its ghastly white texture, its clearly visible growth marks, and the material scans returned by the arrays all showed one thing—this damned thing was made of bones.
The holographic projection on the screen enlarged further, and everyone saw countless skulls, as well as other intact bones. There were human skulls, Aeldari skulls, Ork skulls, and even the metallic skulls of Necrons. Countless xenos heads had been placed here, forming a planet made of skulls.
"This really is... unbelievable."
If it was solid, then where had all these skulls come from?
Lox was practically pressed against the transparent viewport, staring at the planet of white bones with his own eyes. No one knew how it had been born, or why it had appeared here.
The skull planet was not especially eerie or horrifying. Instead, it possessed an extraordinarily solemn, reverent air, like the utter silence left behind after the universe had perished amid rising entropy.
In comparison, the realspace within the Davin System was incomparably terrifying. The Destroyer Storm's effects on reality were nearly visible to the naked eye, with waves of aetheric energy surging and rolling, while the skull planet seemed like Noah's Ark surviving upon the sea.
"This is the Warp showing us the future: whether to choose the embrace of the Warp and board the ark of the apocalypse, or endure death and suffering in the material