"The Emperor wants to see you."
Macador's words struck Lox like a blow to the head.
He had previously asked Rogal Dorn whether he could take him to meet the master of humanity. Whether he sought an answer or simply wanted to meet that great man, he had wanted to see him.
Dorn had told him that the Emperor's current condition made it difficult for him to receive visitors. He was trapped upon the Golden Throne, fighting the enemies of the Warp with all his strength.
Lox had thought this so-called "appropriate time" would require a longer wait. He had not expected Macador to bring him this news.
"Now? Right now? What do I need to do?"
At the thought of meeting the master of humanity, even Lox began to grow nervous. No one could remain calm and composed before the Emperor. Any one of the glorious achievements he had accomplished would have been enough to earn a place at the forefront of human history.
"Don't rush. I told you, we'll talk as we walk."
Lox realized that the place he was currently in might once have been called the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. The air here was noticeably thinner than standard atmosphere, while some tall and magnificent buildings continuously purified it.
"Everyone calls me the Sigillite, but the meaning of that title is not merely to bear the seal and assist the master of humanity. The Sigillites were also an organization—a group of humans who regarded the preservation of human history as their duty."
"The Sigillites were an ancient and secret organization. We had already existed on Terra for tens of thousands of years before the Emperor appeared upon it.
"We devoted ourselves to collecting, salvaging, and protecting humanity's greatest historical relics and ancient advanced scientific technologies, so that after humanity