"Redloss..."
On the bridge of the Invincible Reason, Lion El'Jonson suddenly frowned slightly and pressed his right hand to his chest.
An exceedingly subtle stabbing pain stirred ripples in his usually placid heart. The drawn-out agony twisted Lion's stern face into a grimace.
"They have all offered up their loyalty."
Lion suddenly closed his eyes and spoke to himself.
Lox turned his face slightly, somewhat puzzled. He did not understand how Lion had learned this.
Could Lion have analyzed the battle situation from the data faster than he had?
"Not through this. It is not reason, but pure instinct."
The great commander pressed his palm against his chest, as though he wished to drive away the piercing pain with the warmth of his hand.
"I can feel that my sons, including Redloss and the other Dark Angels, have all returned to the Emperor's embrace. Their souls have vanished completely, and their connection to me has been severed."
Lox's expression immediately turned solemn. If Lion was right, had they arrived too late once again?
Following that train of thought, he released his perception of space. Rather than relying on data analysis, he relied on an instinctive response to sense the universe.
The laws of the material universe were in utter chaos. The power of the Sea of Souls had twisted everything. Falsehood and reality intertwined, weaving an eerie state that lay somewhere between the two.
The Warp and the material universe had completely fused together. The laws of reality existed here, yet this place was also controlled by the Sea of Souls. The realization made Lox's skin crawl.
The warship continued toward Beta-Garmon III. According to the scanning array, the iconic divination spire had already toppled and collapsed. Horus had clearly captured this place.
The Warmaster had acted too swiftly, too