"Were those positive emotions?"
Ron observed the changes in the Corrosion Illusion. He did not immediately regain control, instead allowing it to continue developing.
He had already understood the operating rules of corruption. After corruption occurred, a life's thoughts would move forward along the path the Dark Gods hoped for.
It was autonomous development, not forced distortion.
"Son.
"Your return fills me with joy. You have broken free of Chaos's control. Perhaps I can believe in you again."
In his field of vision, The Emperor's attitude changed again.
He pulled the Death Lord, his Primarch son, to his feet and gently gave him an embrace.
"How could you—"
Mortarion's pupils shook violently. Faced with this sudden affection from The Emperor, he was at a loss.
He had never been treated this way before.
In the past, because of the foul yellow-green poison gas and germs on his body, he had no choice but to seal himself completely inside his armor.
But even then, some of the stench would still seep out.
That had also meant no one had ever come near him. People always kept a certain distance when communicating with him.
The Emperor had been the same.
Mortarion had always envied those favored Primarch brothers, such as Guilliman, Sanguinius, Magnus, Fulgrim, and the others.
Especially Magnus. He had received The Emperor's embrace, so when that fellow betrayed The Emperor, Mortarion had even felt a trace of resentment deep down.
Mortarion felt that only Primarchs like himself or Lorgar, who had been treated unfairly, had the right to betray The Emperor.
Yet now, he had also received The Emperor's recognition and embrace. It was something he had always hoped to obtain.
He was not inferior to any of his Primarch brothers!
"Father."
Mortarion choked up, the words he wanted to