The Savior: Jump up and slap? I, The Savior, might not be afraid

It could seat on a toilet!

Dorn felt a little uncertain.

A chill ran through him, and he wanted to put on a suit of heavy armor.

Only then would he feel at ease.

Yet The Savior stood there in heavy armor, motionless, staring back at him, plunging the atmosphere into silence.

Under the scrutinizing gazes of The Savior and the veteran Adeptus Custodes, Dorn felt even more awkward.

He forced himself to stay calm as he looked at The Savior, wearing an expression that said, I'm fine, I was just asking.

Fortunately, the Master of the Phalanx had always had a resolute expression, so no one else could see anything off.

"You should have said so earlier."

Ron's visor rose automatically. He sighed and waved a hand. "We're already at the main gate. Where am I supposed to find you armor now?

"Besides, there's no time."

At that moment, the doors to the Golden Throne slowly opened, and dazzling golden light shone out.

Ron raised a hand and slapped the Stubborn Donkey on the back with loud, solid thumps, encouraging him:

"Chin up, brother.

"We're Primarchs of the Imperium, all of us killed our way out through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. We can't lose our presence!

"It's not like you committed some terrible mistake. What's there to worry about?"

He thumped his chest and made a promise, sounding rather confident:

"Let's both stand firm. If anything really happens, I've got your back!"

Dorn said nothing more after hearing that.

He looked toward the throne doors, drew a deep breath, and stepped onto the stairs.

As if he were heading to his execution.

Yet halfway up, the two of them heard the Emperor's furious roar coming from the Golden Throne:

"Magnus... Dorn, how foolish you are!"

That