Though Dorn's refusal left Lox somewhat disappointed, he understood that the Lord Commander of Terra's defenses was not trying to make things difficult for him. The current situation simply was not suitable.
According to Dorn, the Emperor had no choice but to remain seated upon the Golden Throne, using psychic power beyond mortal comprehension to fend off the Warp's assault.
Although the Solar System was currently maintaining a relative balance, with the rebels encircling it and steadily gnawing away at control in the Beta-Garmon Cluster, the enemy had yet to launch a major offensive.
Only the Alpha Legion continued to conduct harassment and infiltration operations. Compared to the great war that was bound to erupt in the future, this level of conflict was hardly worth mentioning.
Yet beneath humanity's Throne World, a silent war within the Webway had already raged for years.
"Ever since the tragedy caused by Magnus's folly, my lord has been confined there, unable to move. He has little time or energy to communicate with others. The Custodes and Sisters of Silence, the Mechanicum, the Space Marines, and the mortal auxilia are all doing their utmost to battle the daemons."
"I will convey your request to the Chancellor, Malcador. If the Emperor learns of it and grants permission, I will personally lead you to meet him."
Lox had received a promise from Dorn, yet he remained unwilling to give up. Who knew when the Emperor would have time? Could this so-called Webway War truly be brought to an end?
"In fact, there is someone besides me who wishes to meet the Emperor," Lox said.
Rogal Dorn calmly waited for Lox to continue. He had ample patience for this mortal who had brought valuable reinforcements to the Solar System.
Three Thundercloud-class planetary warships alone were a force capable