Grand hall.
The atmosphere here was incomparably oppressive. Even the air felt heavy, making it hard to breathe.
Guilliman, Sanguinius, Lion, and several other Primarchs were trapped deep within an illusion, living in constant dread as they faced the things they least wished to confront in the depths of their hearts.
Over these past days, they had all been consumed by the Fear of "destroying the Imperium and harming The Emperor." The unfortunate brothers could barely endure it, even entertaining thoughts of escape.
After all, The Emperor had arrived in a furious rage, determined to punish these great traitors who had established a second regime and caused the Imperium's downfall.
Yet Guilliman and the others ultimately did not dare flee. They guarded this hall day and night, awaiting The Emperor's final judgment.
At last, The Emperor came. Like an enraged Beast, he seemed ready to swallow his rebellious sons whole. "Stupid, vicious trash!
"How dare you betray me? Do you intend to defy me like Horus and murder me?"
The Master of Mankind's gaze was filled with such disgust that it pierced the hearts of Guilliman and the other Primarch sons like blades. His voice carried barely restrained fury, as well as profound disappointment.
Guilliman and the other Primarchs trembled before the Tyrant Emperor, shaking like sieves as their legs went weak and they fell to their knees before him.
They were filled with boundless guilt and sorrow.
"Father, it was a mistake."
Guilliman's voice trembled. He did not dare raise his head to look at his father's face, nor did he dare show the slightest defiance.
He explained helplessly, "We received false information. What we did was only to preserve humanity's spark, so that our cause could continue.
"We were never Horus, nor did we ever wish to betray