Reconciliation and a Primarch Punching Bag!

The upper chambers of the Pride of Macragge.

Inside the ancient hall belonging to Regent Guilliman.

Three massive figures stood separately upon the metal floor, its surface gleaming with a cold sheen.

Each Primarch swept their unreadable gaze back and forth across the others.

Only fifteen minutes had passed since Guilliman had given Fulgrim a thorough beating.

After the battered Fulgrim expressed sincere words resembling repentance and apology to Guilliman.

Guilliman's expression gradually shifted from rage to indifference, and he did not continue his assault.

Rorschach, who had waited nearby for a moment, took the opportunity to step forward.

Citing that Loyalist Primarchs should not engage in fierce internal conflict before their bloodline descendants, he brought all three of them into the ancient hall.

"So, the true traitor, Daemon Primarch Fulgrim, is still alive, while you are merely a clone created by Fabius Bile?"

At that moment, Guilliman, who had regained his senses, spoke first.

He asked Fulgrim in a low voice as the latter's grievous wounds gradually healed.

Rorschach narrowed his eyes, intending to explain his series of encounters with Fulgrim.

However, before he could speak, Guilliman's suddenly unfriendly gaze forced him to swallow every word.

And in order to avoid provoking the Guilliman who had only just calmed down.

Rorschach took a deep breath, looked at his nose, then at his heart, and entered a state of blank contemplation.

"That is correct. I am indeed only a clone, but I am also a Primarch once again acknowledged by The Emperor. Compared with the true Fulgrim, who chose a path of endless corruption, I believe I can walk the right path."

Fulgrim, his white hair spilling over his Purple-Gold Power Armor, spoke sincerely to Guilliman.

At that moment, Guilliman slightly closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath,