After stepping out of the ravens lords castle, Guilliman walked through the shelter's streets, seemingly moving aimlessly.
He had always thought the sentinel on the 6th floor would be strong enough to have stopped the others for a long time. He was right, but it was much worse than he had thought, as it was strong enough to stop
Even him.
The waning beast moon was no small fry; even if they joined hands together, it would be impossible to defeat it.
Of course, it could also be that what he was facing was a special case since the Ravens Lord wanted him to stay away.
Either way, he couldn't challenge the castle for the time being. He had no fantasies about killing a great abomination, no matter how weak it was.
"Good morning." Taking a step into a small store, Guilliman greeted the attendant with a bow.