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They crossed through the rooms and halls of the palace. The art of the work each becoming more and more exquisite as they approached one of the central points of the palace. TalOS recognized this as the way towards the Astronomicon and knew this was without error. Though geo-positioning he could see they were crossing a series of tunnels that few ever knew existed.
As they did so not only did the art change but so did the Custodians who guarded them. The ones who stood next to Malcador were colored in the bright gold armor that TalOS recognized before as standard among their kin. Records on Mars did not disprove this assumption and the few times TalOS had seen them they had always been that.
The change occurred when TalOS passed through a series of arcane wards that were placed into the walls of the hall. Malcador did not make mention of them, but TalOS knew that they were the innate concept of Wards. Weapons to keep out the baneful denizens of the Warp from whatever domain lied beyond them.
When they passed them TalOS realized the Custodians were now armored in black armor with a series of gold highlights. Such armor screamed to TalOS the concepts of secrecy and subterfuge. In the Warp concepts were employed to gain power, in a place that actively used Wards it was obvious that any advantage against the warp was to be attained.
They came across a large ebony door that was sealed with a flimsy cloth. This cloth could easily be shattered by the knife of a layman but it was meant for Daemons. As if completing a ritual Malcador reached forward and untied the knot with the dexterity of seasoned hands. With a pull he opened the doors to show TalOS a massive hall.
About the place was adornments of gold and obsidian with a thin lantern light crawling into the darkness. Scattered across the floors were a series of cloths with transhumans sitting upon them kneeling in the same direction. Their direction was towards the Astronomicon.
Without needing to be asked TalOS reached over and grabbed a lantern for both himself and Malcador. The Sigillite taking the thin piece of metal with a weakened grip. As they did this none of the Astartes moved as they kept their meditation upon the source of the Emperor’s divine power. TalOS reached into his memories, realizing that his ritual was one shared between Navigators and Astropaths who had their souls bound to the Emperor’s own.
“How many of them were bound?” TalOS asked as he looked upon them.
“Five of them have been bound.” Answered Malcador as he called out, “Luther, come to us.”
