Guilliman at a Turning Point in History (9)

Once the blazing heat and shockwaves surrounding you had completely dissipated.

You could not help letting out a breath.

You slowly released your two thick arms from around Living Saint Celestine's agile body.

Your Skull Helmet tilted slightly downward, and your gaze met that of Living Saint Celestine, whose violet eyes seemed filled with exceedingly complicated emotions, for the briefest moment.

"Honored Primarch, you should not have—nor did you need to—save me. Beheading the Chaos Warmaster Abaddon was the highest priority!"

Weakened beyond measure by psychic suppression, Living Saint Celestine struggled free from your embrace. For the first time, she did not offer you a kind and gentle smile. Instead, she spoke quickly in an icy tone.

You fell silent for a moment, then drove your Vibranium Power Armor, its twin wings twisted out of shape, to rise from the ground.

"The moment that damned mastermind let out that treacherous laugh in my ear, I instantly understood that Abaddon could not possibly die. This was an open scheme aimed at me... Even if I did everything in my power to kill Abaddon here, the Black Legion and the Chaos Gods of the Warp would revive him, or choose another Chaos Warmaster!"

You looked down at Living Saint Celestine before you and spoke in a low voice.

You paid no attention to her pale face, cold as frost, nor to the heated blade trembling faintly in her metal palm.

You simply turned your Vibranium Power Armor around, presenting your back to Living Saint Celestine as you searched for the melee weapons you had just dropped.

"From this moment onward, Cadia's destruction has become an established fact. Even I cannot change it. Therefore, in the name of a Primarch, I will order a full evacuation. Every Mortal Warrior still fighting for the