Fragment 1 | Day 3

  I still dream of that scene.

  Not fighting. Not explosions.

  It’s that— "Something stops there, but you know it can move" feeling.

  No one dares to joke on the bridge anymore.

  Before, people would say the Nihilus has all sorts of ghosts. Now no one dares to mention the fleet we saw that day.

  We started calling them—

  "The lead-grey things."

  No one says "fleet."

  Too specific.

  Fragment 2 | Day 11

  The Tech-Priest said that’s not xenos.

  His voice shook when he prayed.

  I noticed something weird—

  When we sail, the hull vibration is less than before.

  Like the space has been "tidied up."

  People started carving symbols on the mess hall walls.

  Not prayers.

  It’s straight lines. Angles. Ratios.

  I asked what they were doing.

  They said:

  "It’s more stable this way."

  Fragment 3 | Day 27

  People don't talk much now.

  Not because of fear.

  Because we don't know how to describe it.

  That code started being whispered.

  XVIII...

  Dare not read the rest.

  Someone said, if you see lead-grey light in a dream, Duty the next day goes especially smoothly.

  I don't know if it's nonsense.

  But that day, I really didn't make any mistakes.

  Fragment 4 | Day 89

  I’m sure what we saw wasn't war.

  That looked more like...

  Correction.

  Someone said that’s the ancient Legion. Others said that’s a "backup structure" left by the Emperor.

  I only know one thing—

  If they wanted to touch us that day,

  We wouldn't even qualify to "die like humans."

  So every night before I sleep, I think of one thing—

  They didn't.

  【Imperial Official Historical Data (Excerpt)】Summary: The final report from the Administratum. In the official narrative, miracles are erased, leaving only dull "war zone stabilization."

  Source: Departmento Administratum · Sector 9 Document Type: War Zone Stabilization Report (Revised) Status: Approved / Public

  《Nihilus Edge Conflict Event Summary》

  Late in the year 011.M42,

  Units belonging to the First Legion successfully completed a high-risk war zone stabilization mission at the edge of Imperium Nihilus.

  Verified threat types are as follows:

  Remnant Ork harassment formations

  Localized Warp structure imbance

  Navigation instability caused by long-term battle debris

  Under the precise command and highly disciplined action of the First Legion,

  Hostile forces were effectively cleared, And the war zone physical environment was restored to a controlble state.

  Regarding the mention by some grassroots personnel of:

  "Unidentified ship shadows" "Anomalous order phenomena"

  After multiple audits, determined to be:

  Perceptual bias under long-term mission stress

  Warp echoes interfering with spectroscopic instruments

  Misinterpretation of non-standard visual data by untrained personnel

  No evidence found indicating:

  Intervention by unknown Imperial Legions

  Appearance of unauthorized Primarch-level existences

  Engineering behavior beyond the scope of Imperial technical understanding

  Relevant rumors have been corrected per Article 17 of the Loyalty Maintenance Regutions. Involved personnel have all been redeployed or accepted appropriate psychological and faith counseling.

  This event does not constitute a historical turning point. Nor does it affect the overall strategic narrative of the Imperium.

  Imperial Order remains solid.

  (Internal Marker) Part of original observation data not included in final file due to format incompatibility. Original data sealed, awaiting subsequent evaluation.

  【Beyond the Limit of Imagination — The Violence of Geometry】Summary: Dante arrives at the coordinates. He watches in horror as Blood Angels ships are "commandeered" by the Lion to become physical nodes propping open the Warp rift.Time: 011.M42 Coordinates: Imperium Nihilus Northern Edge · Designated Anchor Point

  Absolution's Fury was not in a combat state.

  It was anchored in a deep space region with stable gravity. The Blood Angels fleet maintained a defensive formation, fnk cruisers and frigates forming yers of protection, but engine output was lowered to minimum, weapon systems locked on no targets.

  This was not a retreat.

  This was waiting.

  When Dante received the highest priority contact from Lion El'Jonson, the other party gave no situation briefing, nor extra expnation.

  Only three lines of orders:

  Proceed immediately to Northern Edge coordinates. Anchor. Do not actively engage.

  Dante did not hesitate.

  He knew what that name represented.

  At this moment, inside the magnificent Gothic bridge of Absolution's Fury, the scent of incense and sacred oil permeated between metal and stone carvings, the statue of Sanguinius overlooking the hall quietly.

  Then, the scent changed.

  A fresh scent of pine quietly infiltrated the bridge, carrying the fragrance of moist earth. The air seemed to become soft, a breeze blew non-existent leaves, rustling sounds repcing the engine hum.

  The void outside the observation window shifted at a certain angle.

  The forest did not descend abruptly.

  It simply chose to open here.

  Lion El'Jonson stepped out from the forest shadows.

  No teleportation beam, no Warp tear.

  He simply walked out.

  The bck and gold armor looked heavy and restrained under the bridge lights. The Astartes sons on the bridge instinctively felt their bloodlines tremble, almost kneeling.

  Dante stepped forward.

  "My Lord."

  "Luis."

  The Lion calmly called his name.

  The forest closed behind him, the air returning to normal.

  The Lion offered no pleasantries.

  He walked to the central strategium table; the three-dimensional yout of the Blood Angels fleet unfolded.

  His finger nded on the fnk formation.

  Three Strike Cruisers were highlighted.

  Spear of Baal. Edge of Red Tears. Sanguinius's Mercy.

  "Disengage shields. Stop engines. Complete silence."

  Dante’s brows tightened slightly.

  "That is the fnk guard. If—"

  "They are no longer guards."

  The Lion interrupted him.

  "They are components."

  Silence.

  Dante did not understand the meaning of this word. But he understood another thing—this was not a temporary judgment.

  This was an order after calcution completion.

  "...As you command."

  Orders went out.

  Three cruisers sequentially shut down void shields, main engines cut off, power dropped to minimum. The Blood Angels fleet formation showed a gap during fine-tuning.

  Dante looked at the Lion.

  "What comes next?"

  The Lion turned.

  Forest shadows surfaced again at the void's edge.

  "Next, you will understand."

  He disappeared.

  Reconstruction Zone · XVIII-N-01

  Deeper in Imperium Nihilus.

  The lead-grey fleet had completed docking preparations long ago.

  Three geometric structures unfolded in the void, deep blue veins lighting up progressively, space curvature forcibly straightened.

  This was not a jump. This was grabbing.

  The mass curves of three Strike Cruisers were locked.

  The next instant—

  They vanished from their original positions.

  No fsh. No energy burst. Just plucked.

  When they reappeared, they were locked inside lead-grey structures. Keels groaned low under extreme stress, armor ptes twisted then stabilized again.

  Data stream refreshed.

  Target capture confirmed. Structural integrity 83%. Dispcement error 0.000.

  Three Blood Angels warships now became nodes of a giant array.

  Far away, on the bridge of Invincible Reason.

  Lion El'Jonson quietly watched the completed docking.

  "Welcome to the battlefield, Luis."

  "Here, the ws of physics make the rules."