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They will call your name...

"This is..."

Ron did not immediately read the emergency battle report. Instead, he looked at the soul fragment floating in midair.

The remnant soul had grown dim, as if it might drift away on the wind at any moment.

"Angron is dead, but he left behind a trace. That may be the only mercy Father granted him."

Perturabo walked over, his emotions somewhat complicated.

He was also a Fallen Primarch. Watching a brother who had fallen just as he had die before his eyes inevitably stirred something in him.

And he did not know how he would face The Emperor, that father, in the future.

Still less did he know whether Father had truly forgiven him.

"He is free. Perhaps that is a good thing."

Ron extended his Psyker Power and examined the soul fragment, showing considerable caution.

Given Angron's degree of daemonic corruption, any remnant might allow him to recover again, just as before.

It had to be handled carefully.

Fortunately, there was no residue of Chaos in that soul fragment, nor any of Angron's memories of slaughter.

It was very clean and pure.

The Holy Flame had left behind the cleanest part of that Fallen Primarch's soul and had not destroyed it completely.

"Looks like His Majesty The Emperor was unwilling to utterly destroy Angron. Or perhaps Primarchs, as lesser gods, are simply difficult to extinguish in the first place."

Ron pondered this as he slowly wrapped the soul fragment in Psyker Power, preventing it from dissipating into The Void.

According to the related clues and forbidden records he had obtained, almost all Primarchs had the possibility of revival.

Even those Primarchs the Imperium considered dead beyond any doubt might be resurrected in various forms.

They could even return to the Galaxy through