Victor's mind raced. How long had he even been here? He felt as though the worldview he had built over thousands of years had collapsed.
Do not mistake the Adeptus Custodes for shut-ins. Those entrusted with guarding the Golden Throne were elite veterans with extensive experience in the field.
The Eyes of the Emperor, the "retired Custodes travel department," roamed the Milky Way Galaxy. When they encountered a powerful threat, they called their Custodian brothers rather than the Astartes.
Victor was seriously considering calling his brothers-and calling them in great numbers.
He hesitated not because doing so would be costly, but because... the forces already here actually seemed capable of flattening Commorragh.
Under Victor's wise and mighty leadership, Imperial forces would eliminate a great scourge of the Imperium and avenge the brothers who had once fallen at his side...
The important part was not the beginning. It was the revenge. (Harlequins had once attacked the Adeptus Custodes, with "remarkable results.")
He slipped up behind Evan, who was directing a complicated war. The Webway's hyperdimensional state meant that every attacking force risked becoming lost in an endless labyrinth.
Lost Soul Harbor had already been obliterated in the first wave of raids. Commorragh's largest harbor had been our first target, and Crimson Harbor, the next largest, was also about to fall. After that, there would be no need to attack any more harbors-not because none remained, but because there were too many.
There were tens of thousands of smaller, lesser harbors, far too many to handle. Some could only accommodate little sailing vessels the size of gunboats. Those could be left to the mortal armies.
Evan drew dozens of attack routes across the three-dimensional map of Commorragh. After studying them, Victor curled his lip in disdain. Calling them attack routes was not