Datch floated in the void, quietly gazing at the ancient giant beasts standing there, lost in thought.
After much deliberation, he decided to place his giant pet baby inside the Room of Requirement.
Yog-Saron was so massive that its presence would cause a sensation wherever it appeared. More importantly, the energy consumed during teleportation was enormous.
Datch also disliked leaving this old wreck in the same location.
What was the purpose of capturing a pet?
It was all for the sake of looking cool — to summon it during important moments and leave those foolish NPCs stunned and terrified.
There was no point in catching a baby pet and hiding it away in some corner where no one could see it.
Besides, if they stayed in their current location, what would happen if someone kidnapped it someday? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?
After all, this universe was filled with all kinds of monsters and daemons. It wasn't impossible for them to abduct the old one.
Placing it in the Room of Requirement was the best choice.
He could summon it when needed and recall it when it wasn't. It was safe, convenient, and didn't take up space. It was the ideal containment facility.
With that thought, Datch no longer hesitated.
He raised his left hand, and something stirred in his mind.
The Room of Requirement was vastly different from its former self.
When Mordachi and the others were crammed inside, there had been almost no room to move.
Later, Datch carried out several expansion projects, transforming it into a massive monastery that provided space for Mordachi and the other Astartes to operate.
Recently, in order to move the entire planet Solemnace from Trazyn into the country, Datch had further expanded the interior of the Room of Requirement — not only to accommodate the entire planet, but also to create an artificial star in the sky.
The human forces captured by Trazyn and sealed in stasis space using dimensional cubes…
They had regained their freedom, built new homes inside the Room of Requirement, and formed a new society.
People from different eras, different battle groups, and different worlds had found new lives here.
Datch looked over the lively and bustling Room of Requirement and nodded with satisfaction.
Malcador had only wanted Tarasha Euten. The others had been left inside the Room of Requirement and put to work on construction.
In hindsight, that had been a very wise decision.
Among the many people rescued, one individual's situation was particularly special.
It was the clone of Fulgrim — Little Fulgrim.
In his youth, Fulgrim had been cloned by the Apothecary Fabius Bile using Primarch genes after he had once tried to steal a chunk of Primarch blood from Kaul.
Born with astonishing learning ability and absolute loyalty to the Emperor, he still constantly thought about returning his fallen brothers to the right path and making them swear loyalty to the Imperium once more.
Seeing the behavior of the young Fulgrim, the old Apothecary had been terrified and sold him to Trazyn.
After Datch sent the planet Solemnace into the Room of Requirement, the clone Little Fulgrim had also been freed.
To distinguish him from the daemon-like Primarch who had betrayed the Emperor, he was locally called Little Fulgrim.
The young Fulgrim had inherited the Primarch's appearance — handsome, exceptionally talented, and very charismatic — which quickly made him the center of attention.
However, his true identity also earned him the resentment of many.
Even though Little Fulgrim had done nothing wrong, his genes and bloodline burdened him with the weight of original sin.
However, the Room of Requirement was the domain of the Nameless One.
No one had the courage to lay a hand on the young Fulgrim without his permission.
Therefore, they only hated the young Fulgrim, which allowed him to survive inside.
However, for some reason, Little Fulgrim's abilities were only slightly stronger than those of ordinary Astartes or the Imperial Guard. He did not possess the combat power of a true Primarch.
There were various speculations about the existence of the Room of Requirement, especially regarding the time warlock Orikan, who was helping the Nameless One manage Solemnace.
When the Lord of Humanity, the Emperor, created the Primarchs, he had not only performed genetic manipulation and enhancement — he must have added something else.
The body of the young Fulgrim was merely a vessel meant to house that gift.
Therefore, he did not possess the true power of the Primarchs.
...
Datch used his points to expand the Room of Requirement once more.
With just a thought, the Room of Requirement rapidly expanded.
The eternal darkness that had covered the surrounding space rapidly receded at an astonishing speed.
The process left everyone present speechless.
This was an authority comparable to that of a creator — the power to shape the world at will.
Mordachi and the other Primaris Space Marines stared at the scene with expressions of existential disbelief, unsure of what to say.
Whoa… this place is getting bigger and bigger!
If this continued, would the domain of the Nameless One eventually transform into another universe?
In that case, they would truly witness the essence of creation.
Even the usually arrogant and conceited Orikan was stunned at this moment.
Having lived for many years and devoted much time to research, he had believed himself to be one of the most knowledgeable beings in the universe and thought that nothing could surprise him anymore.
But now, he realized he was wrong.
Someone was truly creating a world!!
After the Room of Requirement was expanded, Datch brought Yog-Saron over.
The reappearance of the previous figure once again shocked those who had already been terrified by Datch's methods.
Yog-Saron did not take any action. It simply observed those ordinary people, exerting an immeasurable pressure on them.
This was based on the fact that most of its power was being restricted by the Nameless One.
Orikan's mouth was wide open — large enough to fit a fist inside.
His core processor was operating at full speed, trying to calculate the size of the massive object before him, but every calculation ended in overload.
"Ah, my god…"
"Where on earth did the Nameless One find such a terrifying giant beast?!"
Orikan did not know about the Old Ones, and they were not recorded in the history of the dead either.
After defeating the ancient race, the ancient saints had banished them and destroyed many important documents, erasing all traces of the ancient race's existence.
The Aeldari, as the successors of the ancient saint race, had learned those secrets.
Those who feared death had a poor relationship with the ancient saints, and later, those who feared death seized power.
It was unknown who had ruled this vast galaxy before the ancient saints dominated it.
The C'Tans had vaguely touched upon it, but no one took it seriously. The terrifying race that feared death had not developed a systematic understanding of the Old Ones.
Yog-Saron concealed its aura and stared at these small creatures with eyes as large as stars.
If its power were not suppressed, its mere existence would be enough to drive lesser beings into madness and collapse. What a pitiful, short-lived species!
They always thought of themselves as important figures, believed they could change something, and believed that the civilization they lived in was eternal.
But to Yog-Saron, the short-lived civilization they were so proud of…
Its duration was only a fraction of its current age.
To the cosmic undead, there was no difference between humans and cosmic undead. They were all as insignificant as ants.
After subduing Yog-Saron, a familiar mission screen appeared in Datch's vision.
[Mission Complete! Congratulations on investigating the giant creature that attacked the Iron Glory.]
[Mission Rewards: 3,000 EXP, 3,000 Points, +500 Reputation, Investigator Medal ×1]
Following the prompt, a uniquely shaped medal was placed in Datch's hand.
The medal was entirely silver, engraved with intricate runes on its surface. It was truly beautiful.
Datch played with the medal for a while before equipping it to increase the likelihood of obtaining the truth of the universe.
After confirming that nothing was missing, he took out his teleport gun and set the coordinates to return to Macragge.
He pulled the trigger, the teleport portal opened, and he departed.
…
Inside the spirit-bone ship, Prophet Auric stood in the same spot, staring at the now-closed hole of light for a long time without moving. His mind was empty.
Everything had happened so quickly that he hadn't even had time to process what had occurred.
It took him a long time to come back to his senses.
"This matter must be reported to the other Arks as well."
The world must never provoke the Nameless One.
Prophet Auric spoke solemnly to the people who were still unable to recover from the shock.
The Aeldari guards nodded, fully agreeing with his words.
The Nameless One was truly powerful.
Compared to this man, the Chaos Gods were like false gods — he was like a true god.
"My lord, should we inform Commorragh?" one of the tribesmen asked.
Upon hearing the word Commorragh, Prophet Auric frowned slightly.
That was the nest of the Dark Eldar, the paradise of the fallen.
Their kin, trapped by desire, were no longer considered part of the Aeldari.
After a few seconds of silence, Prophet Auric quietly shook his head.
"It's fine. Those fallen ones are no longer our comrades."
Prophet Auric turned around and looked up at the vast void through the viewport.
"Let them handle it themselves."
…
Deathwatch fortress Pickmanburg floated quietly in the void.
Lord Donatus of the Watch stood in the command room with a furrowed brow, troubled by several recent events.
The Nameless One who had been helping them had suddenly disappeared, and morale within the fortress had declined.
It was unknown whether the Nameless One had gone to other battlefields to support other forces.
It was understandable that the Nameless One might not like this place — it was far too remote.
Besides the matter of the Nameless One, there was something else that had been troubling Donatus greatly.
Not long ago, the Star Speakers had suddenly been provoked and let out intense screams of pain in unison.
In the subsequent investigation, the testimonies of these prominent speakers had been remarkably consistent.
They had inexplicably sensed that a terrifying creature had returned from the depths of the Ghoul Stars.
Just then, the voice of the communications officer rang out.
"My lord, a message has arrived from an Aeldari ship."
Donatus's frown deepened even further.
Aeldari? What were they doing here?
"Bring them in."
The holographic image flickered, and the figure of an Aeldari envoy appeared in the command room.
The envoy's attitude was unusually respectful, with a hint of reverence.
"Lord Donatus, Master of the Watch, I have come under the orders of Prophet Auric of the Kostor Ark world to deliver a message."
"Is there any news?" Donatus asked.
The envoy continued, "The Nameless One has successfully resolved a major crisis for the Ghoul Stars."
"He has already departed, so there is no need to worry."
With that, the holographic projection disappeared, and Donatus stood there in a daze.
He had been thinking about how to resolve this imminent crisis.
Who could have imagined that the Nameless One had already quietly solved the problem?
…
When Datch passed through the teleport portal and returned to the Macragge system, he happened to encounter the meeting between Guilliman and Lady Tarasha Euten.
In the spacious living room, sunlight streamed in through large windows that reached from floor to ceiling, casting warm shadows on the floor.
When Guilliman saw Lady Tarasha Euten appear before him, his eyes turned red.
He dropped to one knee and bowed as deeply as he could while speaking to her.
"Lady Tarasha Euten."
Lady Tarasha Euten was equally moved and couldn't help but shed tears.
She extended a trembling hand and gently stroked Guilliman's face.
The sensation was real and warm — something she had thought she would never feel again.
"Roboute, my child… you've finally returned."
Countless people were moved by this scene and shed tears.
Guilliman publicly declared that he would spend as much time as possible with the elderly Lady Tarasha Euten.
He would step back into a rear-support role and focus on supporting the other returned Primarchs in advancing the Indomitus Crusade.
Although Lady Tarasha Euten had undergone life-extension surgery, at her advanced age, she could no longer receive further procedures and could pass away at any time.
Guilliman wished to accompany her on her final journey so that he would have no regrets.
"No… my child, you mustn't do that." Lady Tarasha Euten shook her head, wanting to refuse.
As she learned more about the situation during this period, she came to understand the severity of the matter.
With the fall of Cadia and the Great Rift tearing the galaxy apart, the Human Imperium was on the brink of destruction.
It was only thanks to the dedicated help of the Nameless One that they had been able to avoid the desperate situation of the Imperium's collapse and the extinction of civilization.
"Lady Tarasha Euten, please forgive my selfishness. I have already lost so many people. I don't want to miss even your final moments."
The Primarch looked at Lady Tarasha Euten and spoke in a serious tone.
At that moment, a mission prompt appeared in Datch's eyes.
[Mission: Help restore Lady Tarasha Euten's vitality.]
As the years passed, Lady Tarasha Euten gradually aged and eventually passed away.
As the Regent of the Imperium, Guilliman had experienced far too many losses and wished to be present during Lady Tarasha Euten's final moments.
He planned to focus on logistical work first and spend more time with Lady Tarasha Euten.
Please help Lady Tarasha Euten regain her vitality and health so that Guilliman can once again devote himself to the Indomitus Crusade and accelerate the salvation of the Human Imperium.
[Quest Rewards: 2,500 EXP, 2,500 Points, +800 Reputation]
After seeing the mission details, Datch immediately took out the rejuvenation ray gun and fired it at Lady Tarasha Euten.
Under Guilliman's shocked gaze, the elderly Lady Tarasha Euten visibly grew younger.
Her silver hair was dyed black from the roots, as if time had reversed.
Wrinkles disappeared in an instant, her dry and wrinkled skin became smooth and firm, and her hunched back straightened.
A few seconds later, the young Lady Tarasha Euten appeared before everyone.