How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

The Primarch joked with Sicarius: "My greatest enemy is this piece of paper!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 138: I want warmth!

"Thank you, Kaylia, otherwise I think I would have wasted at least half an hour on these buttons."

"Nothing, sister, these are probably all I can do for now."

"What are you talking about? Your success in summoning Asclepius was a big help. And, I've told you many times, just call me Ritsuka."

Another day passed, and finally, with the reluctant approval of Asclepius, Fujimaru Ritsuka was granted a wheelchair and permission to go out for meetings or interviews without excessive energy consumption. Although there were still strict curfews, at least some of the most important work could be started.

So, she had to change into some "formal clothes in the Imperial sense" for this purpose - and then she found that her currently unobedient fingers could not handle the dozen or so buttons on the Inquisitor's uniform.

Fortunately, Asclepius told her that this was just a temporary terminal control problem caused by a nervous disorder. Therefore, when she realized that her fingers had their own thoughts and remembered again that she couldn't even pick up chopsticks to eat and could only use a spoon, she felt that she could be a patient who needed care for a while with peace of mind.

She doesn't have such a high self-esteem. After all, this thing can't be eaten, and it can't save humanity.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who is well versed in the art of "please help me", immediately called for help from Kaelia, who was currently free. Thanks to the fact that the basic style of the Imperial Inquisitor uniforms is not much different for men and women - meaning that the bottoms are also pants and boots, even in her current situation where her hands and feet are not very flexible, she can still wear the clothes almost perfectly by herself. I'll ask Kaelia to handle all the remaining details.

If Somni were here, he might have protested against the fact that the person concerned had to choose this "casual dress". Unfortunately, he was not here, so Fujimaru Ritsuka's twisted theory began to prevail: How can the throne envoy not be a kind of inquisitor? How can the inquisitor's uniform not be a formal dress?

Strictly speaking, this outfit can be considered "formal clothing" and can certainly be worn for meetings, but if you want to meet the Primarch in a formal social setting, it is still a bit of a pass. When attending appropriate occasions, the Inquisitor should also have his own formal dress. This outfit is not the only suitable outfit that Somni made in his spare time and left on the Storm's Edge - however, Fujimaru Ritsuka refused to waste time on any "women's dress" with at least 200 straps on the inner layer, the skirt, and the dress.

She once again deeply understood why noble ladies needed several servants to help them when changing clothes.

Anyway, from the perspective of an ancient civilian like Fujimaru Ritsuka, this set of clothes similar to the uniform of an inquisitor is formal enough. The reason why it is called "similar" is that Somni obviously added other elements on his own initiative in the design of some details: the lock edge and embroidery mixed with gold thread, the meaningless gorgeous carvings on the armor plates between practicality and decoration, the Sky Eagle logo on the collar was replaced with two vertically connected diamond logos representing "Grand Order (GO)", and Somni even rubbed a Sky Eagle pendant with a protective force field as an accessory, which was obviously a hint that Fujimaru Ritsuka used it to replace the "I" shaped rose knot of the Inquisition.

After accepting the Empire's slightly punk aesthetics such as "the skull symbolizes human purity", Fujimaru Ritsuka could not find fault with this outfit. It certainly would not provide her with a variety of protection and assistance like the uniforms worn by real judges, which often concealed secrets after private customization and modification.

Although there is no doubt that the uniform, which is made mostly of fabric, is basically just for show and an expert can tell at a glance that it is a fake product, but for Fujimaru Ritsuka, it fits him very well, the fabric is crisp, the bust and waist are of the right size, and it doesn't become wrinkled and ugly when he sits down, which is good enough.

——Thanks to the Ortnaus Spiritual Exoskeleton, she doesn't need to wear this suit to go out and fight like a real Inquisitor.

"Can you bring me the scepter?" Ritsuka Fujimaru said to Kaelia, pulling a nearby table to keep moving and slowly putting himself on the wheelchair. "By the way, do you really not consider going with me to feel the atmosphere?"

"...Is this appropriate?" It can be heard that she actually wants to go, but still has many other concerns.

Kellya took the Skyhawk Staff from the bedside and, following Fujimaru Ritsuka's instructions, put it on the side of the wheelchair where the IV stand should have been hung. "I've never been to such an occasion. In terms of etiquette - wouldn't it seem too... casual to hang the staff like this?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had already sat in a wheelchair, pondered for a moment: "I think it looks more formal standing up like this than leaning in my arms... Oh, by the way, if you hold this scepter, remember not to hand it to others casually. This thing, as a symbol of imperial power, has various forms of biological authentication, just like the Inquisitor's rose knot. Currently, only you, me, and the Primarch have logged biological and psychic information on it. Once anyone else touches it, they will be roasted into charcoal by psychic lightning."

"?!" Kellya was horrified. "Is this something so dangerous?"

"Think about it from another angle. If the enemy has already rushed in front of you, you can also throw this staff out to electrocute them in a hurry... but you will definitely have better means of attack at that time." Fujimaru Ritsuka said some very blasphemous-sounding methods of use without caring. "Having said that, these are just like etiquette lessons. They are things you need to learn slowly in the future. If you attend one or two important meetings as an 'inquisitor monk', you won't have to deal with much. Just show basic manners."

Thanks to the stable life in Greater Ultramar, the corresponding education is civilized and prosperous. Even though they had not known each other for a long time, Fujimaru Ritsuka could see that Kaelia, a local civilian girl from Parmenio, was not much different from her in terms of living habits.

"You can put that robe over there, and then put on the Sky Eagle pendant." Fujimaru Ritsuka instructed randomly, "When the time comes, just stand next to me, be confident, keep your back straight, and generally don't look around. If someone wants to ask you a question, just look them in the eye when you answer. Anyway, you just need to feel the atmosphere and get used to similar serious social occasions. I'll take care of the rest."

In short, one of these two people dared to speak and the other dared to believe. Five minutes later, an acolyte who looked fake to an expert, pushed the inquisitor who also looked fake to an expert in the wheelchair, and after leaving the room, quietly entered the atrium from the empty corridor of the church.

After entering the outdoors, they could clearly hear the sound of Guilliman's speech in the square in front of the church. The Primarch's powerful voice could be clearly transmitted to the ears of all the listeners even without the help of amplification equipment. The wound in his throat did not seem to affect his ability to speak at all. Unfortunately, through the layers of buildings, when these sounds reached Fujimaru Ritsuka and Kaelia's ears, the specific words could no longer be distinguished - but it didn't matter, this was a speech made by the Primarch himself, and someone would definitely record it.

"Make a feint to the east and attack in the west, and sneak into Chencang secretly." Ritsuka Fujimaru leaned back in his chair, looking up at Kelly who was helping to push the wheelchair from behind. Given her current neurological condition, manual operation, neural operation, or power sensing were obviously not reliable enough, so she had to return to the most primitive and effective way of moving the wheelchair.

"You see, while Mr. Robert is giving a speech, everyone has gathered in the square at the main entrance, and the church itself has been put under martial law. Now, there will definitely be no one other than the Ultramarines on the road between the atrium and the side door. This can be considered the application of the art of war in real life."

Thinking that they could avoid the believers of the state religion who were blocking the door and the genuine inquisitors who came to investigate after hearing the news, Fujimaru Ritsuka said happily, "Let's go find Mr. Diglis and the Psychic Council first... Is that what it's called? Anyway, let's meet with these psychics who serve the regent. After Mr. Robert's speech, he will come to participate in the second half of the meeting. In addition, for safety reasons, the spiritual form of Arjuna will always be nearby. If any psychic feels that something is wrong, it's okay to tell them."

Having not yet learned how to switch between the physical universe and the psychic perspective, Kaelia looked around blankly, and of course, saw nothing. Of course, she did not realize - and neither did Fujimaru Ritsuka - that a subtle confrontation was actually taking place above their heads.

Sometimes, due to communication problems, two people who are supposed to be friends will unfortunately mistake each other for enemies when they first meet.

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 139: It is not recommended to play hide-and-seek with colleagues in the workplace

Arjuna in spirit form floated in mid-air, facing a shadow cast by the church structure, and briefly fell into contemplation.

Although it looked like an ordinary shadow, he felt that there seemed to be something hidden in it. His senses did not provide him with any substantial evidence, just a vague feeling, and for him, a vague feeling was worth his attention.

In the past few days, he has read the operation records of the Ortnaus Spiritual Exoskeleton and the Storm Boundary, and has a basic understanding of the dangerous world that the Master is currently in. Therefore, Arjuna does not intend to miss any clues that may have an impact.

There really seemed to be nothing at that location, but it could not be ruled out that this was some kind of advanced illusion or psychic influence that Arjuna could not see through for the time being. Of course, it could also be the fluctuations caused by some subspace creatures going in and out behind the curtain, but Arjuna thought this was unlikely.

The Cathedral of Tyros had been reconstructed into an Imperial Temple a few days ago. Even though the Emperor's will had left it and the entire system was no longer directly supported by the psychic energy on the throne, Fujimaru Ritsuka had connected the temple to the ley lines of Parmenio during the initial construction process, so the magic structure in the temple was still functioning without any real lack of energy.

Although the protection provided by the earth veins is certainly not as good as when the Emperor directly charges it remotely, this building was originally a state church, and successive believers on Tyros have blessed it with their meager faith. A little bit of accumulation makes a big thing, and the miracle of "Emperor's Manifestation" has raised the local people's faith in this place to a higher level. At least, this temple itself is very reliable in terms of its function of protecting against Chaos invasion.

Arjuna was not a magician, and he had no interest in the mystery of two different universes with different operating rules, but as a heroic spirit of the Age of Gods, he could naturally judge whether a temple was functioning when he was in it. Now they were still inside the church, and logically speaking, there should be no Chaos-side subspace creatures or harmful spells lingering around.

His further observation yielded no results, and logical deductions also indicated that there was little danger nearby. Fujimaru Ritsuka was gradually leaving the area and heading towards the side door of the church, so Arjuna temporarily put the issue aside, regarding it as his own paranoia caused by his nervousness, and left the place in the form of a spirit, catching up with the Master.

After he left, the small shadow that he had been paying attention to moved a little, and a raven emerged from it inexplicably. In his supernatural perception, he also realized the existence of Arjuna in spirit form, so he went through a similar psychological struggle in his heart. Therefore, he jumped between several pillars with some hesitation, shook his feathers on the spot like a real bird, and then made up his mind, spread his wings and flew into the air, chasing Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Tyros Cathedral is a state church, so its size is in line with the imperial custom - that is, it is very large. Fujimaru Ritsuka and Kaelia set out at the calculated time, walking and chatting, and it took them 20 minutes to actually reach the side door. They arrived very precisely five minutes earlier than the scheduled time, but the special car arranged by the Ultramarines was already waiting in place.

Putting aside the greetings between the two sides, Arjuna, in spirit form, once again had that subtle feeling of "someone watching" outside the temple. He moved to a high point and looked around carefully, but still did not find anything worth noting. This made him suspicious, but the special car on the ground had already left, and he had to hurry to catch up.

In this era, even civilian vehicles, driving at full speed on roads with complete infrastructure, are enough to scare Fujimaru Ritsuka. Not long after the special car started, Arjuna received a message from the Master, asking him if he wanted to get off and ride together, as there was still plenty of space. This was indeed a very attractive proposal, but he refused: it would only take a little effort for a spirit-transformed Heroic Spirit to catch up with this speed, not to mention that in the spirit state, he did not need to consider road planning like a vehicle, and the bird's-eye view could also better observe the surroundings.

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not insist, which was exactly what Arjuna wanted - he began to suspect that something was following them. Before he had evidence, he decided not to report it to the Master, but he still had to strengthen the necessary vigilance.

Unaware of this, Fujimaru Ritsuka was taken to the Empire's temporary base on the surface of Parmenio. Once you shift your focus away from the Regent himself and his side, you will find out how many types of soldiers are included in the huge fleet he commands. She was originally worried that the car she was riding in would be a bit conspicuous, but when she arrived at the place, she actually saw that there were many similar vehicles.

Like a drop in the ocean, the car slid unnoticed to the scheduled meeting place. Even Diglis himself was waiting at the door to greet him. It is hard to describe the expression on the think tank director's face when he saw Fujimaru Ritsuka curled up in a wheelchair.

"Beep, beep—" Fujimaru Ritsuka made a negative gesture and choked back Diglis's sympathy with a joking attitude, "I'm fine, but the wheelchair is rented, and I feel bad if I don't sit in it for two more days."

Why would anyone want to tell a Primaris a joke? Perhaps the way Digris's face shifted from one subtle expression to another could answer that question.

"This is not funny, young lady." After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Diglis decided to make the atmosphere of this matter more serious. "Considering your own importance, please take good care of your own health."

"Okay, but it's true that I'm not in any serious trouble." Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged and said during the entrance, "In a day or two, I can actually get rid of this thing (she patted the armrest of the wheelchair), and after a week or two of rehabilitation, I will be exactly the same as before. But - is this joke really not funny?"

She leaned back in her chair again, trying to look up at Kylia's expression. "Is my sense of humor gone awry?"

The latter commented with a sincere look in his eyes: "It may be that the customs in different places are different. Generally speaking, we don't approve of making jokes about physical conditions, whether it's someone else's or your own."

"...Well, it seems I shouldn't stay with those bats for too long." Fujimaru Ritsuka sat up again with regret and straightened his back. "What is the main topic today? Strategic or technical?"

"Technical," Diglis replied, "but I would like to remind you again that the Psionic Council is not only composed of Space Marine think tanks, but also members from all walks of life in the Empire who have made achievements in psionics - astropaths, navigators, some other experienced registered psykers, and inquisitors. I don't think there will be any armed conflict in the meeting, but the atmosphere may be depressing."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, "I see, thanks for the reminder. Kaelia, if you feel you can't hold on any longer, just kick my wheelchair from behind and I'll apply for a temporary adjournment. Also, Arjuna will be hiding nearby as my security measure during this time. If I've triggered anyone's senses, I apologize in advance."

——However, the person mentioned did not follow Fujimaru Ritsuka into the building. The spiritual Arjuna was still hovering in the air outside. He stared all the way and finally found the source of the vague sight:

A raven that looked very wrong landed on a protrusion of the building. Like any bird that stopped to rest on a perch, it looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that there were no natural enemies, it began to use its beak to carefully tidy up its feathers that were messed up during flight.

From a distance, the bird seemed to be fine, except for the fact that Arjuna was not sure whether its species should appear on Parmenio. But Arjuna could vouch with his archer's eyesight that there was definitely something wrong with this crow.

——Even if life evolves to an outrageous degree over tens of thousands of years with human intervention, a raven should not have five eyes on its head.

Miu (no more)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 140 Birds, many eyes, this must be a conspiracy of Tzeentch!

Ritsuka Fujimaru was very clear that the fact that the director of the Ultramarines Think Tank went out in person to greet him firstly showed how much importance the other party attached to the matter, and secondly, it might also be a hint that "the next meeting process might be difficult."

She realized this, but she didn't realize that the challenge would come so quickly - that is, as soon as they entered the venue and successfully sat down, the "other participants outside the Space Marine Think Tank" that Diglis had just specially reminded, more precisely, an Imperial Inquisitor, immediately stood up and challenged Fujimaru Ritsuka:

"With all due respect, they don't look like Inquisitors."

The desk in front of the Inquisitor was piled with various scrolls and parchments, and a servo skull used as meeting records was suspended next to him. Fujimaru Ritsuka effortlessly read the title written in huge cursive letters on the top of the pile of papers, which meant the two words "Battle of Parmenio". There was no doubt that he came prepared.

She looked at her supposed host, the director of the Diglis Think Tank, with a somewhat helpless look. The latter did not look at her, but his voice rang directly in Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind through the transmission of psychic energy:

+I must say sorry, Judge Hastings has always been a little allergic to things like "miracles". However, our originally scheduled agenda does not include any questioning of your identity in any sense, which should have been a consensus recognized by all participants. +

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded inconspicuously - that meant that she could take the lead in eliminating the judge's right to speak in this regard. So she might as well be... a little aggressive.

"You have good eyesight that matches your rank, Judge Hastings." The girl in the wheelchair said calmly, "We don't work in the Inquisition. But this set of clothes is a relatively suitable outfit that we chose within our authority while trying not to be disrespectful. After all, it would look very strange if I wore the standard dress of the High Lords' Council to attend the meeting."

If she had such a garment, yes. Somni had made it. If she could legally wear it, yes. The Scepter of the Aquila gave her power roughly on par with that of Roboute Guilliman, the Imperial Regent. Indeed, if any of her plans required her to sit on the High Lords Council, the Emperor would have ensured that Lucius Throd, Master of the Astronomican, would be removed immediately and given her a seat. She simply did not need to do so.

The Inquisitor who ordered the Servo-Skull to decipher the identification code in the Skyhawk Scepter was speechless for a moment, because he realized that, from a legal point of view, when Fujimaru Ritsuka was wearing the Inquisitor's uniform, this behavior could not constitute possible crimes such as "usurpation" or "falsification of authority". The authority represented by this outfit was completely "backward compatible" for her.

However, power on paper is one thing, and whether it can be used in practice is another. The judge knew this and thought he could beat the opponent in "practical operation". However, after three minutes of verbal battle, he was frustrated to find that the atmosphere in the meeting hall had begun to sway towards the opponent.

After responding to the first accusation from the Inquisitor, Fujimaru Ritsuka no longer emphasized the power in her hands. She simply ignored all of Hastings' accusations, repeatedly reminded the participants what the agenda of the day was supposed to be, and emphasized that the Imperial Regent would participate in the second half of the meeting, and suggested that everyone should solve the technical problems that needed to be solved as much as possible within the time limit stipulated in the first half.

Although the Psionic Council draws its members from all walks of life in the Empire, it is still a psychic organization that serves Guilliman. The view that "the Imperial Regent should not waste time waiting for them" quickly won over the majority of centrists for Fujimaru Ritsuka, and even some supporters of the Inquisitor of Hastings began to think that it was a bit rude to reprimand and punish suspected heretics in a meeting that did not completely belong to them, and they could completely deal with everything in a more private setting.

A conflict that could have easily escalated was successfully resolved within ten minutes, and the meeting began to discuss the issues they had originally intended to resolve: the "Temple", the summoning ritual, the Bound Army, and most importantly, the specific cause of the psychic phenomenon of the "Emperor's Manifestation" on the battlefield of Parmenio, and whether it could be replicated, or in other words, whether it could be replicated by others.

The simple ancient villager Fujimaru Ritsuka spent about two hours sharing with the Psionic Council all the relevant technologies that the Emperor considered to be beyond the scope of confidentiality. Thank you to everyone present for having relevant theoretical foundations and being tolerant of some of the "too Muggle" metaphors she used. The first half of the meeting ended smoothly. After a short break of 20 minutes, the Imperial Regent, who finished his speech and inspected the interior of the rebuilt Tyros, entered on time.

Thanks to the fact that Guilliman himself did not like excessive formalities, the process of entering and greeting was very brief. His eyes did seem to linger a little longer on Fujimaru Ritsuka who was sitting in a wheelchair, but he was also obviously aware that there were factions in the Psionic Council that had an unfriendly attitude towards this "Imperial Saint". To some extent, he also needed these sufficiently motivated opponents to help him find out some inappropriate truths that might be hidden behind Fujimaru Ritsuka, so he did not show a biased attitude towards any party on this occasion.

The meeting should have continued smoothly, but Guilliman suddenly noticed that his think tank chief showed a "war readiness" state in the tiny details of his expression. Then, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly looked up at the ceiling of the meeting room - obviously, even without psychic power, one could understand from her expression that she actually wanted to see through the ceiling to see something happening outside the building.

In the next moment, more council members expressed an attitude of "feeling something strange". Participants in the meeting began to gather around the regent himself, intending to build a psychic defense - but no one succeeded in casting a spell, because at this moment, the entire building shook violently, as if it had been hit by enemy artillery fire.

Some dust fell in the tremor, and a hole was obviously dug in the thick roof and ceiling. Broken building materials fell from the sky, but fortunately no one was hit. Along with these fragments, there fell a white arrow without a sharp tip, and -

"Gah-"

A group of what was probably some kind of black bird...stumbled into the venue through the cave entrance. At first glance, it looked like a raven, at least it had similar black feathers and a body of similar size and shape - but everyone saw it flapping its wings and threatening the surroundings with its feathers puffed up: no normal bird would have five eyes on its head and still have countless glowing red eyeballs hidden in the feathers under its wings.

This honor, of course, immediately caused many bad associations among the members of the Psionic Council who had some knowledge of demonology. Those who reacted faster raised their instruments and began to chant spells, while the crows themselves "cackled" loudly, as if trying to tear open the veil to escape into the warp.

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was half a beat slower than everyone else present due to her unmodified body hardware, finally reacted: She even stood up from her wheelchair in excessive surprise, and without a second thought, she activated the Command Seals on her hand with the Emperor's psychic power, and shouted at the crow that looked both evil and blasphemous:

"Corvus Corax!"

This is a use that the Command Spell provided by the Fate Summoning System itself does not have, but it happens to be the carrier of another spell of similar nature. In the psychic's vision, the thin line with golden light was connected to the crow in an instant. Surprisingly, this creature that looked very abnormal did not suffer any harm.

But He did struggle even more violently amidst His loud cries of dissatisfaction.

Meow (six o'clock).

Meow meow meow meow...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 141 Social phobia Crow doesn't want to see anyone

What happened next is difficult to describe from an objective perspective - mainly because, under the influence of the subspace energy, everyone "saw" different things in this short period of time, so it is difficult to find a truly "objective perspective".

To Guilliman, everything that happened next happened in just two seconds: the feathers on the "crow" suddenly swelled up, and it fluttered around randomly as if trying to break free of something. In almost an instant, even the Primarch's eyes could not tell whether it was just one crow or many crows flying around in this chaos.

The exclamations of the psykers followed closely, which seemed to indicate that something else had happened beyond Guilliman's perception. He could not figure out what happened at that moment, but he knew that Fujimaru Ritsuka was pushed back into the wheelchair by an invisible force, and the feather suspended in the air was like being sucked into the deep water by a whirlpool, disappearing from the real universe.

For a moment, Guilliman thought that the scattered feathers seemed to gather into a rough human shape, and a melancholy look that undoubtedly belonged to his brother was cast at him from it. Guilliman was not sure, even for the Primarch, that moment was too short, and he really couldn't be sure whether it was real or just his illusion.

Following a golden light, Arjuna holding a bow appeared out of thin air beside Fujimaru Ritsuka and asked menacingly, "Should we chase him? He shouldn't have gone far."

“Goodbye.” Fujimaru Ritsuka stared at the slowly fading golden light on the Command Seal on the back of his left hand, then turned his palm over and looked thoughtfully at the dark feather that was inexplicably “left” in it, “First of all, we are not at an advantage in fighting in the subspace; secondly, why not give him some time to calm down… Judging from the little feeling coming from the contract, he might have been frightened.”

As Arjuna nodded and disappeared again as a golden light, Guilliman realized clearly that the meeting would no longer discuss the topics they had originally agreed upon.

"What just happened?" the Imperial Regent asked in a deep and majestic voice like a bell. "Did you just say, 'Corvus Corax'?"

The latter half of the sentence was directed to Fujimaru Ritsuka alone. Guilliman now seemed to be about to get angry, and the wheelchair-bound Caria whimpered a little in fear, but Fujimaru Ritsuka could realize that he was just using this to cover up his complex inner feelings.

Therefore, she did not worry at all, but replied calmly: "Yes. The nineteenth Primarch 'Corvus Corax'... I believe that the one just now was him, or at least part of him."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because the 'name' successfully established the 'contract'. Although it was one-sided and not solid, the 'passage' was indeed established for a moment." While answering this question, Fujimaru Ritsuka was obviously thinking about other things.

In the eyes of the Primarch, mortals are like this. Once he starts to do two things at once, the signs of distraction are particularly obvious: "This fact proves that he did admit that 'Corvos Corax' was his name, and that the Emperor's psychic power did not cause him any real harm. Although he immediately dealt with the link I unilaterally built, fled into the warp, and refused to come out to talk to us, I think this is enough to prove his identity."

Guilliman could not accept this: "But that looks utterly—"

He stopped himself. He remembered that for thousands of years, there were almost no records about Corax within the Empire, and most of the remaining records were just vague and unreliable information. If this was because Corax had been staying in the warp and had adapted to the environment there...