Vulkan gazed at the Savior Statue that so closely resembled The Emperor, feeling deeply moved.
He murmured, "So you are the heir Father chose, the new Master of Mankind.
"Father did not choose us Primarch sons, but some other being.
"Perhaps we Primarch sons disappointed him—"
The Lord of the Salamanders had learned quite a bit about the Savior at yesterday's celebratory banquet.
Although mortals could not access news from the upper levels of the Imperium, their accounts alone were enough to piece together a rough picture of the Savior.
That Savior, Ron Grant, had been crowned more than a century ago, becoming humanity's sole emperor and ruling the entire Imperium.
Even Loyalist Primarchs such as Guilliman and Jaghatai Khan had acknowledged his rule and governed the Imperium alongside him.
For any being, even a Primarch, to accomplish this required not only The Emperor's approval, but also the ability to convince the other Primarchs through his own capabilities.
That was an extremely difficult thing.
Vulkan thought about whether he could have achieved that if he had been in that position.
But he quickly shook his head.
Even if he had received The Emperor's support and become Emperor of Mankind, it would still have been very hard to make the Primarchs submit to him.
Not just himself, the Lord of the Salamanders—even the former Horus, Guilliman, and The Lion could not have done it.
But the Savior had. How astonishing was that?
"That being is not to be underestimated..." As Vulkan thought of this, he could not help feeling even more respect for the Savior.
He did not envy the Savior, nor did he think the other party was unqualified to sit upon the Throne and rule the Imperium.
On the contrary, the Lord of the Salamanders supported the Savior very