The gravity of the situation was not lost on Vigrid Brand, as he passed the threshold into the ivory tower. The Space Marine scoured the data slate handed to him by the Skitarii marshall on the perimeter. The preliminary findings detailed in the report were sparse, bordering on slap-shod to his eye, given what had just happened. His green eyes traced the report line by line, even as he carefully moved through what was left of the bodies of the Skitarii guard at the base of the tower. A burglary. In the highest order in Isohedron-CBX, among the casualties the Archamagos Toros. His brow creased at the unnerving feeling that something was off.

By the time he reached the Archmagos' office, he had to re-read the line reporting the assailant kicking open the reinforced metal door. The door itself looked a massive, heavy set, and the amount of force to break through caused the Astartes to pause. Then he noticed movement from within the Archmagos' office. His ears pricked as he proceeded within.

As the eight-foot Astartes entered the magos' rooms, he was met with the back of a slender woman in a long weathered topcoat. The way she walked belayed practiced purpose as she came to the end of a circling arc around the still-warm body of the Archmagos herself. As her head turned he noted the implant which occupied the space of her left eye.

For now he would remain silent, quietly blocking the door. His eyes, taking in the scene of the Archmagos on the ground and the devastation her final moments wrought upon the interior, traced also the presence of this woman. It appeared she had just arrived and was taking her own account. The Astartes lowered the data slate in his hand to track the absence of the cogitators. Curious indeed.