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The eight many focused on the seeker looking for patterns when the entire area lit up with an inflection point. One small crossing of potential paths moving slowly through the maze. A luminous flatworm snakes across hallways and around corners seeking out the crossing of paths trying to get there first. Spell potential pulled inward to something more recognizable but in stability very foreign to the locale. Alien but of a sort not from here as solid, orderly, and coiling up a psychoportive potential. The eight-many firmly anchored it down and powered the transit up. Imposing enough order on its immediate confines to keep in in place. An exact distance between it and the target wasn't something easily obtained in this mutable realm but the Jinhai reasoned it was close enough to be seen.

The eight-many looked to Gunnac spark-eyes twinkling from concerted activity among itself, "Target found, prepare for imposition."

Gunnac drew his sword, red cloak billowing around his front protectively, to kneel by the Emperor's tool that would deploy him to battle. The creatures took no identity for themselves and had no living body to taint standing as merely weapons marching for His aims. That aim entitled the Xenos to his acceptance at least and his respect for leading him to battle Chaos.

A four many appeared from the kitchen with a pair of heavy salad tongs, "I have located a gripping tool normalized to the location."

A psychoportation locus fired slowly dismantles the techmarine on top of the coiled seeker assembling his glowing broadsword and sinewy steel armor. Bass harmonics throwing a dull chant down the halls. Then the clang of his sword Inceptor hitting the floor bearing the symbol of the Imperium of Man. As soon as the red armored eyes could move they pivoted toward the tapping of human feet. Demons were heavier feral things often on four legs like the animals they were.

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The four-many Jinhai padded over to the book showing a deep locus for the effect on this terrain salad tongs in hand. Insulated and resistant though they may be to this particular imposition of discordance the strength of this object easily belied something they cared not to provide easy conductance. It clacked the tongs a few times, something deep in its mind of human experience said that was appropriate, then picked up the book. With its free hand it held the book over a table where it started transmuting plates into a psistone package to better contain the object. This locus of discordance removed for safe keeping and examination by the Living Emperor. Absent a stronghold in Van Leugen the Discordant loci needed moving out of the city. Away from humankind rulers already deemed too tainted to make allies of. Perhaps a human vehicle. A note formed in the Almanac from the four-many: If the True Rekindled returns with a humankind perhaps the humankind would have transport.

The eight many did not react for to it the assessment was always so. Concordance furthering the awareness of past details. It maintained the seeker as the Techmarine took shape and maintained the spatial anchor for return.