The Sol'Dura smiled at Renalus, before the lightform image faded away. Without further conversation she ordered her forces to begin traveling to Du Tenor.
Ayanna however was more interested in the Marshal than any other. "Well well well.... Heh, round two will be coming. Hope this doesn't throw too big a wrench in his plans." She muttered to herself, unheard by any others.
The Marshals ship was escorted towards Du Tenor, a massive sprawling planet sized marvel of Archeticture. Halls and houses, palaces, streets, stairways and many, many other stone crafted city structures made up the entirety of the world ship, and it was filled with people. For the Xenophobic Space marines it would be a terrible thing, as there were thousands of different species, some that bore a resemblance to humans, some that were wholly inhuman in every way. And yet they all walked, talked, and worked alongside each other as brothers and sisters, as kith and kin.
That aside, those in the Marshals troop who were more of an engineering focused mind would marvel at the city itself, for the entire world seemed made of a shining metal that gave off a light that was brilliant and blinding, and yet they were not blinded by it. All this light seemed to pulse through the streets, like the holy blood fire of a god, and the city was it's body. If this were to be the case, then the central palace towards which they were being escorted, which stood tall at the peak of the world ship, over the clouds and reaching out towards the empty expanse all around them. This was the heart from which this brilliant holy light came from, that pulsed throughout the whole of the world ship. All around were marvels of amazing technology. Ships of wood and gold that sailed upon clouds, great winged dragons ridden by knights in burnished gleaming armor, and even vessels like those of the Imperium were to be found in the air around them.
Truly was Du Tenor a beacon to all life, for all life found sanctuary here, and here was it safe for all whom sought peace. As they descended towards the surface, the marshal and all his forces would be overcome with a sense of profound peace, the like of which they would never have felt in all their war worn lives. And then a whisper, so faint as to be mistaken for the wind, yet it's voice was undeniable, spoke to them.
"Rest easy, ye of faith and devotion. All your lives dedicated to one most worthy of your love and loyalty, all your lives fraught with peril and pain, with sacrifice and loss. For all your lives you have sailed in a storm of uncertainty and doubt, ever vying to lead your ship to war, so that your home would find peace and serenity at last. Welcome, children of man, to the eye of your storm."
"Though your trial is not over, and though your battle is not yet won, here you have found a moment of peace, a moment where you may stand in silence and let joy take your heart. Though your war is everlasting, while you are here you shall know that which you fight for, that which you stand for. Let your days here be filled with hope and happiness, so that you may face what comes next with renewed strength. As is your peoples way, Glory to the empire, and to the Emperor."
And as the voice faded, a childs laughter echoed in their minds, and an impression overcame them that they were but children, and a tall man stood over them, with his face hidden high above, and a warm smile was his expression, as he nodded at them in approval.