"Father, even without you, the Imperium can still realize the ideals of the past and complete the work we left unfinished ten thousand years ago!"
The burden that had weighed on Vulkan's heart vanished, and he lifted his head to look toward the mist-wreathed Webway tunnel stretching to the edge of his vision.
His eyes were filled with hope.
The Lord of the Salamanders now knew clearly what he had to do, and he also had the courage to go to Terra and face The Emperor, that father of his.
He believed completely that he and Brother Ron could stop this disaster and make the Imperium great again!
Once we stop the Dark King, humanity will be able to fully escape the danger of extinction and develop rapidly—
Vulkan thought this to himself.
Given the Imperium's current state, once the threat of the Dark King was gone, its rise was inevitable.
"I must smelt better, harder metals on Nocturne Prime and forge more efficient tools.
Only then can humanity win the final victory in the competition against xenos and heretics."
Vulkan was not blindly optimistic.
He knew that aside from the Dark King, humanity still had other enemies to face.
For example, xenos—especially the Silent King, who ruled vast numbers of star sectors and had resurrected ancient legions.
It was said that within the Silent King's domain, any life with a soul, even Abominations from the Warp, were lambs waiting for slaughter, with no power to resist at all.
Even the Adeptus Astartes found it difficult to withstand those ancient weapons. Beneath the ghostly green Gauss Rays, any armor would be reduced to ash.
"Not only that, if Father completely loses his former power under the suppression of the Ancient Artifact.
The Chaos Daemons will become even more dangerous, and