Cawl, his friend Freidisi, and Barabas Dantioch left together.
A space force jointly composed of the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Imperial Fists was waiting for them. The Titan god-machines and Space Marine Legion would show the restless gene cults on the moon what the greatest truth truly was.
In the midst of the Imperial civil war, conflict had not only erupted within Mars—the gene cults on the moon were also watching the situation closely.
These people, who had spent thousands of years acting like fence-sitters, were especially skilled at judging the times. Lox believed that if Horus's rebels entered the Solar System, those gene cults would have no qualms about surrendering on the spot.
Lox also believed that the Sigillite would not mind if he stepped in to deal with the lunar cults he had no time to concern himself with for the moment.
"You think highly of Cawl? You plan to entrust him with great responsibility?" Sage Land turned and looked at Lox.
"Don't you as well? You seem closer to him than you are to any of your own disciples." Lox lowered his voice so that Land's students, who were busy at work nearby, would not hear him.
The sage immediately laughed so hard that even his wig shook. Interesting. Truly interesting.
"Yes, Cawl is an outstanding prospect. Though he did not say so directly, I believe he has already thoroughly mastered Sage Hurst Aspetia's soul-synthesis technology."
"I can even boldly speculate that he may have fused his mentor's soul into himself as well. The sensitivity and techniques he displayed just now were not something such a young tech-priest could possess. I sensed a discordant strangeness about him."
Sage Land's eye was exceptionally sharp. Though he said nothing, he had discovered Cawl's hidden secret through observation alone.
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