Rogal Dorn: Ha, a son going to see his father, why bother

Rogal Dorn: Hah, why should a son wear armor to meet his father?!

Sanctuary Sanitarium.

The room was clean and simple, with almost no trace of machinery to be sensed.

This was the best ward in the sanitarium, shielded as much as possible from outside interference and even the Warp.

All so it could provide the patient with the most comfortable environment.

Dorn slept on the soft hospital bed beneath a silk blanket. From the look of it, he had undergone treatment.

His eyes were shut tight, his expression fearful, his whole body tense. Clearly, he was not in good condition.

"Father!"

Dorn struggled faintly, then jolted awake from the nightmare.

"So it was only a nightmare..."

Drenched in cold sweat, he sat up on the edge of the bed and exhaled deeply.

Dorn realized he was in a safe hospital room, and his tension eased somewhat.

But when he recalled the scene from the nightmare, his heart still could not help but throb with fear.

In that dream, Terra burned fiercely, and countless lives screamed.

And The Emperor, that father of his, witnessed mankind's suffering, howling in agony as he gradually turned into another loathsome thing!

"Thank goodness... it was only a nightmare," Dorn murmured, repeating it once more as he steadied his emotions.

He let himself calm down.

Almost unconsciously, he pressed a hand to his abdomen. That was where the Daemon Sword had left an old wound, yet the injury no longer ached dully.

Even the scar had vanished without a trace.

"Did The Savior have someone treat my wound?"

Dorn lowered his head and glanced down.

He found that all the hidden injuries in his body had been healed. His whole body felt clear and unburdened, comfortable in a way he had never experienced before.

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