The Khan who had heard your conversation with Magnus's benevolent soul seemed to make no movement at all. Even the sound of his breathing valves turning was drowned out by the faint hum emanating from within the Wildfire Armour.
"You are not Magnus at all!" the Khan said abruptly after a long silence.
"Perhaps not entirely, but one thing cannot be denied: it seems I share a soul with him, Khan. That is the crucial point—the soul."
Magnus's benevolent soul slowly raised an exceedingly insubstantial hand before him and examined it repeatedly. His tone carried a trace of sorrow.
"I can even see your soul within you. Still as impatient as before, burning with rage... Brother, I never expected to see you again."
Upon hearing those words, the Khan seemed to fall silent once more.
"Magnus, what exactly happened here?" You drew a deep breath and asked Magnus's benevolent soul.
"Heh heh, brother, are you asking a question you already know the answer to? Oh, I understand. You are not the you from before... The Space Wolves came, carrying our father's wrath. Countless Sisters, Custodian Commander Valdor, and of course another of our Primarch Brothers—the Wolf King, Leman Russ. To be honest, although his fighting style differed from usual, his methods of tying up loose ends were still clean and efficient. At the very least, I experienced that personally."
This benevolent soul of Magnus, completely unlike the Red One-eyed Ogre from your memories, spoke calmly with a faintly humorous and mocking tone.
"Ah, and you, my brother. You ran about like a headless fly, desperately trying to mediate between everyone. You led large numbers of fanatical Sisters into repeated clashes with my sons and the Space Wolves. You even joined forces with Valdor to launch a duel between brothers against