In the cold void, massive ships that had successfully escaped the effects of the rebellion were returning to the White Scars fleet.
Yet, as far as the eye could see, quite a few ships remained completely under traitor control.
They still wanted to persuade the Primarch to join Horus and lead the White Scars down what they believed to be the right path.
Before long, after the majority of the massive ships returning to the White Scars fleet had begun pursuing the Death Guard fleet that had yet to escape—
—you and the Khan personally descended into the ships occupied by the traitors, launching one reclamation battle after another.
In a sense, you had not changed your approach because of the Khan's mercy toward his sons.
Nearly every White Scar traitor who faced you was carved into flying scraps of blood and flesh by the wildly whirling Azure Dragon Glaive.
Loyalty that was not absolute was absolute disloyalty.
In your eyes, betrayal was betrayal, regardless of what views or ideals the other side held.
When these traitors chose to raise Bolters and Power Swords against the Primarch and their Battle Brothers, they should have known the consequences.
The Khan fighting at your side did not stop any of your killing. He merely tried, whenever possible, to make more traitors lay down their weapons before you struck.
Not long afterward, you and the Khan completely purged the lingering traitors from the Legion Fleet.
The tireless Khan immediately convened a council of the White Scars Legion's countless Khans.
When the Khan revealed more truths about Horus and the Warp to those present in the names of Magnus and yourself, even the traitors imprisoned deep within the confinement cells swiftly learned that the Warmaster Horus they had worshipped and respected no longer existed.