[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor":3,"chapter-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-472":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1681142,2147,"Chapter 472 - 473: The Savior: Do You Have Someone Named Titus?","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-472",472,"\u003Cp>The battered destroyer slowly approached Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Motherworld of Humanity, the Throneworld, was becoming clearer in view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone who had ever visited Terra knew it well — it was a dull yellow sphere, without clouds, greenery, or radiant glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was forever shrouded in gloom, unchanged for millennia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, Terra looked… unfamiliar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus and the others grew uneasy. There was a growing sense of dread — this kind of unknown was more terrifying than any trap laid by the Drukhari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Deathwatch Captain turned to his adjutant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are the scans showing? Any signs of xenos activity? Are we in the correct timeline?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was a xenos-generated illusion, then he would have to deploy a kill-ship to annihilate such blasphemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was another possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temporal turbulence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium had records of such phenomena — their ship may have gotten lost in the warp, arriving in an unknown era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this be Terra before the Great Crusade?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our sensors show no traces of xenos technology,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the adjutant replied, scanning his data-slate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But the navigation beacon array is damaged. We can't confirm the current spatial node. Do we proceed further?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was worried. If their ship entered the airspace without clearance, it might be intercepted… or destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's a problem…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus furrowed his brows. If they had indeed landed in the wrong timeline, the consequences could be severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought with the mindset of a loyal Imperial:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium had never been gentle with lost souls — imprisonment and interrogation would be lenient, burning at the stake as heretics was more common.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe they could use a kill-team ship to infiltrate discreetly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A common tactic of the Deathwatch — they could enter covertly, perform assassinations or sabotage…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or even annihilate the entire planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However — before Arthus could decide, the destroyer was suddenly locked by anti-air radar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no hiding now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the team braced themselves, a soft female voice rang out over comms:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warriors of the Deathwatch, welcome home to the cradle of humanity. Please follow the designated approach corridor to the spaceport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Per new regulation, your ship has been assigned an entry code: SWⅣ1347413...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A kind reminder: Holy Terra is now under traffic control measures and a license-plate restriction system to alleviate congestion and reduce atmospheric pollution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your private ship falls within the restricted class and is not permitted to enter the atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please utilize public transportation to reach your destination. Thank you for your cooperation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase I of the 11.5th Terra Reconstruction Initiative had just concluded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Machine Goddess had integrated all data from Terra into the psy-network.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Deathwatch — being an important military order — had already been indexed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lion's Gate Spaceport's radar systems and air traffic personnel could easily identify their vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarch of Hope — the Savior — had dispatched billions of clerks and attendants from his domain into Terra's various systems to train personnel and advance the new order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the process… Terra began to look more and more like the Savior's domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus and his men were stunned. Their minds buzzed in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn't airspace control on Terra supposed to be handled by servitors?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the terms the voice used made absolutely no sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this… really Holy Terra?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus asked reflexively — then corrected himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean, what year in the Imperial Calendar is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman in charge of air traffic control responded patiently:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warrior of the Deathwatch, I understand your confusion. You are on Holy Terra. The current date is 80.M42.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Savior and the Lord Regent of the Imperium have reshaped the Throneworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I will now send you a data packet with relevant information to help you adjust to the new environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This communication will end shortly. Please proceed to your designated port to avoid traffic congestion…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their worn destroyer pierced some form of atmospheric barrier and followed the guidance corridor toward the spaceport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the Deathwatch realize — the airspace was packed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were countless vessels from other Imperial worlds and even the Adeptus Mechanicus — including enormous cargo ships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light from their hulls glittered in the void like stars, illuminating the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had never seen a spaceport this bustling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fireworks exploded in space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giant honor banners drifted weightlessly — faintly, they could make out the words \"Victory\" and \"Savior.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remnants of the recent celebration. The main event had ended two weeks ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>News of the new order was now spreading across the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus and the others paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dazzling scene relaxed their guard ever so slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe… this really was Holy Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And maybe the Savior and the Lord Regent had truly transformed the Throneworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They too had heard of the Primarch of Hope — the Savior — and the legendary feats he had accomplished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Adjutant, did you download the platform's data packet?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ship was nearing the port — they'd be disembarking soon. Certain forbidden protocols or laws might need to be known in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We received it,\" the adjutant said bitterly, \"but those damned Drukhari damaged our comm systems — we can't extract the contents!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep working on it. Send it to me once it's decrypted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus didn't wait — he led the kill-team toward the disembarkation hatch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bring the trophies. We're reporting to the Inquisition. Stay alert.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still harbored doubts. Caution was never wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kill-team wore jet-black power armor adorned with various exotic weapons —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Necron phase sabers and gauss blasters in sickly green, dark matter spears from the Drukhari, disintegrator rifles…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were exempt from sacred restrictions — able to wield forbidden weapons without being censured or excommunicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy mechanical restraints locked onto two warriors' vambraces, attaching to black containment coffers that pulsed faintly with psy-energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each man carried one of the cases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside were their mission spoils: modified spirit stones and shards of opaline soulstone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had seized them from brutal gladiatorial pits at the edge of Commorragh — the Drukhari city — before escaping the Webway and returning to the Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't their true prize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most valuable asset was intelligence — details on Commorragh and its supreme overlord, Asdrubael Vect, the Master of the Black Heart Kabal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fate of the Imperium could depend on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such information could only be submitted to a High Inquisitor — or above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the \"license restriction,\" the Deathwatch shuttle was denied atmospheric entry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to walk to the space elevator instead — then take the elevator down to the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they disembarked, the port's chaos overwhelmed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tens of thousands bustled through the vast halls — and the unfamiliar architecture left them disoriented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Without that intel packet, we're going to be lost…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might need to ask someone for help — or waste hours fumbling around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzzt~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A servo-skull floated toward them:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Personnel from Deathwatch vessel SWⅣ134... Do you require guidance or a map interface?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus raised an eyebrow at the overly intelligent machine spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. Show me a route to the Inquisition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The servo-skull's optical lens flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mechanical wire extended from the back of its head, drifting in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Service confirmed. Please provide data interface.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wire slotted into the captain's vambrace, transferring a data package.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Service complete. Enjoy your journey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skull retracted its wire and zipped off toward another vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many more of its kind floated overhead, offering assistance to incoming visitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For special requests, they could even provide full tour-guide services —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though those required Throne-Coins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the newly uploaded map, Arthus led the team toward the space elevator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, the megastructure's design hadn't changed much — they found it quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the elevator cabin…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"F****! Y*! I protest! This is discrimination! The Mechanicus forums can't treat us like this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vocoder spat out an Imperial curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Deathwatch looked up, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Tech-Priests stood nearby — one wore robes lined with colorful anime-style Mechanicus insignia — clearly hardcore Machine Cult otaku.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one in black robes was practically glowing red from rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All the gear I sacrificed! The Forge World of Orville deserves recognition from the Savior himself!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like he was about to cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Savior had issued a rallying call on the Mechanicus forums…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Magos had abandoned his work and rushed to Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't just after the mountain of Cog-Coins and computing resources…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His real target had been that ultra-rare limited-edition Mechanicus waifu badge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spent years collecting every single model — missing just that one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the reforms had concluded too quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many fellow tech-otaku arrived too late — the rally had ended, and the prizes were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, the Primarch of Hope — the Savior — had no choice but to make an exception and continue issuing the promised rewards, finally appeasing those maniacs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They returned, satisfied and delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This event had continued for years, only recently concluding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it had caused a complete breakdown for the Magos from Forge World Orville.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had departed early, his Mechanicus Ark was jostled by a warp storm, delaying his arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the follow-up compensation rewards eluded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's right! We must find the Savior himself!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>shouted another Tech-Priest in grey robes, clearly sharing his pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't been delayed by the warp — no, it was the fault of some idiotic xenos ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, this Magos hated the xenos with a vengeance, already plotting to sail his Mechanicus Ark straight into their world and obliterate it using forbidden relics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus watched these two lunatic tech-priests, struggling to comprehend their fashion sense and behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten years in the Webway had left him alienated —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outside world had changed far too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything that had once felt eternal and immutable now seemed strange and foreign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, you big black-armored fellow! You're Deathwatch, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grey-robed Magos called out, proposing an offer:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you open for hire? I've got a xenos nest that needs cleansing — burn their world to ash for me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus had no intention of arguing with lunatic engineers — nor offending them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He firmly declined:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Apologies, Magos of the Mechanicus. We do not accept missions outside the authority of the Inquisition.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Think carefully,\" the grey-robed Magos added enticingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My forge can provide your kill-team with new weapons, Terminator armor, or even cutting-edge xenos weaponry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The offer was… substantial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his kill-team exchanged glances — everyone knew these tech-freaks had access to the Imperium's finest resources and most advanced forges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a High Lord of the Inquisition would be tempted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magos… perhaps I could speak to the Inquisition, see if there's any leeway...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But by then, the two tech-priests weren't even looking at him anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Check the Mechanicus forums! The Savior just posted a new announcement — the limited edition badge has a new distribution method to make up for late arrivals!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red-robed Magos lit up with joy — all trace of rage gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as there was a way to obtain it, it wasn't a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Praise the Omnissiah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grey-robed Magos echoed the sentiment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After landing via the space elevator, the two Magi immediately rushed off toward the registration terminal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magos, wait…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus tried calling out to his would-be benefactors, but they were already gone — boosted by mechanical relics, vanished without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only give up and continue to the Inquisition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the Deathwatch warriors followed the map directions and squeezed into the High-Speed Titan Transit headed for the Inquisitorial Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus and his kill-team couldn't find seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood alert in formation by the handrails, watching everything with wary eyes —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While around them bustled thousands of Imperial clerks and administrators heading to various departments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some carried Nafaal bread, others Stag-beast milk, and many were tapping away on dataslates or speaking via comm-beads to colleagues — all deeply engrossed in their bureaucratic toil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the past, this was actually a relatively relaxed pace for the civil service drones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Deathwatch looked wildly out of place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM BOOM BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep rumble echoed from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthus glanced through the viewing slit — and was dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive red banners hung from the hive spires, emblazoned with slogans like:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Accelerate Hive Reconstruction — Build a Beautiful Terra Together!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the Name of the Emperor — Construct Safely!\"For more chapters visit N0veI.Fiɾe.net\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Habs were being demolished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Redemption-class Titans strode through the destruction, clearing debris, demolishing structures, and leveling blocks — all in full swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Emperor… what in His name is this…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Deathwatch stood stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had only ever seen such god-machines on apocalyptic warfronts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, within a few kilometers of transit, they'd seen more than twenty Titans in operation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding bureaucrats? Barely even glanced at them —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were used to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the black-clad Deathwatch warriors didn't draw attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, Terra's citizens would cower in awe at the sight of alien tech or sacred relics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-speed Titan train screeched to a halt — they had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the long tunnel from the platform, they entered the inner ring of the hive city, only to be greeted by a near kilometer-high golden sun statue — alongside a massive holy image of the Savior himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounding the monument was lush greenery, like a public garden, and even rainbows formed by a grand cascading fountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step, Arthus and his team came to accept what they were witnessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The initial shock began to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They even removed their helmets, breathing in the pure, unpolluted air, gazing up at the radiant figure bathed in holy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, they were received by Inquisitorial staff and led into the internal chambers to report their mission and deliver the intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere, in the Savior's private sanctum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mmh…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden awoke naturally from his rest, stretching lazily beneath silken sheets that still carried a hint of sacred fragrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scattered atop the bed were a few pristine white feathers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traces of the Geminae Superia — the twin saintly guardians — who had left behind their scent and their wings' remnants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to admit: those pure white wings gave an entirely different feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft, yet resilient — able to flex and stretch mid-flight, even spin while in motion…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had come under orders from the Angelic Saint to deliver a message —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And had simply… stayed a bit longer than necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had returned to the Living Saint's sanctum by midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Eden felt a pang of guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't sure if the Angelic Saint had noticed anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps… it was time to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Chosen of Slaanesh, even he felt uneasy about sneaking around like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He preferred honesty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And by Terra's noble standards, his behavior was practically modest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to his intelligence files:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noble houses of Terra had long indulged in all kinds of companionships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some ancient bloodlines even practiced incest to preserve their lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Often, it led to mutants — or worse, chaotic abominations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had already instructed the Ministry of Oversight to begin investigating and addressing these practices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted the flow of power and blood to open outward, not stagnate and decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shifting his posture comfortably against the headboard, Eden grabbed a nearby dataslate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he browsed the daily news bulletins from Terra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he checked the stats for the limited-edition Mechanicus badge —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to see how many resources this campaign had netted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In principle, limited editions weren't supposed to \"return\"…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the tech-heads had made such a fuss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he, the Savior, had made a \"blasphemous\" decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truth be told — the 11.5th Terra Reconstruction Initiative had cost far more than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was feeling the sting — and the wealthy tech-fanatics had practically thrown themselves at his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to trim some fat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides — it was a win-win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the limited badges were now worth as much as a battleship — and the tech-heads still flocked to them, fanatically grateful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They worshipped him for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And truthfully, the badges weren't purely cosmetic —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They granted access to high-tier supercomputing resources — invaluable during critical research.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But most of these fanatics only cared about the badge itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just this one \"gacha\" campaign had covered the reconstruction budget entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those tech-priests were stingy about everything except this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe I should do more re-skinned badge variants…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add some special effects, a voiced version of the Machine Goddess?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Throw in a gacha pull system, guarantee a rare drop at 100 rolls…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm… would that be too much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They are supposed to be devotees of the Machine Goddess, after all…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his joy was short-lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he received terrible news:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The central hub of the Webway transit system had been attacked!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"F***!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nearly blacked out from rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the core nexus of his galactic trade network — an infrastructure project he had poured twenty years of investment into!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The future of the Imperium!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands trembled as he continued reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A forbidden dark-matter weapon had detonated near the hub —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creating a localized black hole, collapsing the surrounding space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One-third of the structure was obliterated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, the Webway itself was intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Initial forensics pointed to one culprit:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kabal of the Black Heart, the ruling cabal of Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, the Savior's forces had clashed with Drukhari while expanding Webway branches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some lines had even been sabotaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Drukhari had millennia of experience in the Webway —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew it better than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And back then, Eden had prioritized the reformation of Terra, holding back resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't expected the Drukhari to be this bold —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had struck his core nexus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright… digging into my nest, huh…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden exhaled sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would have to be resolved — fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, how could he sleep at night, knowing a cabal of sadistic xenos armed with Old One and Aeldari tech was hunting him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An eye for an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to strike Commorragh itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the Xenos Inquisition received a direct order from the Savior:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Submit all known data on the Drukhari — immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several days later…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sat reviewing the compiled dossiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Included among them:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The latest Deathwatch intelligence report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the Deathwatch:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commorragh's supreme overlord, Asdrubael Vect, was embroiled in brutal infighting among the aristocracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This had fractured the Kabal's control — more regions had declared independence and begun attacking Imperial lanes and port nodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm… a perfect chance to strike while they're weak…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Deathwatch report brought someone to mind —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warrior who could swim through warp storms and xenos hordes alike…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Xenos Inquisition should have a warrior named Titus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bring him before me — at once.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior's voice brooked no refusal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Get +20 Extra Chapters On — P@tr3on \"Zaelum\"]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Every 500 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Thanks for 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