Endgame: Terra Under Tyranid Siege!
Inside the silent Forge Hall, strands of cold light fell upon countless faintly gleaming suits of Power Armor.
The three Primarchs—Rorschach, whose massive frame rivaled Knight Armor; Lion El'Jonson, standing upon the metal floor; and Omegon, seated beside the round metal table—wore differing expressions as they maintained an indescribably strange silence.
Around them, the command ranks from every Astartes company, along with the Dark Angels and Absolution Angels, could only exchange looks, momentarily unsure how they should properly react.
For not long ago, the prepared Rorschach had formally shared the news of the universe's impending destruction with everyone present.
Aside from several Astartes commanders who had indeed not participated in the Apocalypse Campaign in the Baal System against the gods' invasion.
Almost everyone was deeply troubled, for they possessed a certain degree of understanding regarding the concept of two entirely different universes, as well as the existence of numerous gods.
On a battlefield this brutal, Astartes were no different from Mortal Warriors. Even a Scourge Fleet capable of destroying an entire sector would serve no positive purpose.
At this moment, from Rorschach's perspective looking down.
The one who displayed distrust and resistance toward his earlier words was not Omegon, who frowned and seemed deep in thought.
It was Lion El'Jonson, who had unconsciously folded his arms and maintained a solemn expression upon his aged face.
If Omegon had fiercely opposed Rorschach's idea of ascending to godhood before, while Lion El'Jonson had merely urged him to think twice.
Then now, the positions of the two appeared to have shifted once again.
As though sensing the increasingly heavy atmosphere, Lion El'Jonson slowly turned his profound gaze.
He stared at Rorschach's enormous body resting upon the Metal Throne and said in a deep voice:
"Little brother, it is