Your true consciousness seemed to have finally awakened.
You could no longer feel the rage and pain that had always coiled deep within your mind.
You instinctively looked around, only to discover that you were not standing on the streets of Desha, the Capital City.
Your massive body stood upon a stretch of dry land formed from countless grains of fine red sand.
Utterly vigilant, you drew the green-glowing Scythe of Blood from behind your back and gripped it tightly in both hands.
"Brother, do you think any of this is fair?"
At that moment, a voice filled with exhaustion and weariness slowly reached your ears.
You swiftly turned around in your Vibranium Power Armor.
You saw Angron, clad in crimson Martian armor, slowly approaching you. The twin chainaxes known as Widowmaker were clenched tightly in his hands.
You instinctively narrowed your eyes.
You lowered the Scythe of Blood in your hands slightly.
"Angron, if everything were fair, there would be no brutal wars of life and death across the Milky Way, and humanity would not need to engage in endless slaughter with countless Xenomorphic Races," you said to him in a deep voice.
"Heh. You loyal sons and grandsons of The Emperor always have something to comfort yourselves with... I never studied much, so I cannot be bothered arguing with you."
Angron's massive body slowly came to a stop before you. He stared at you and spoke flatly.
"You are wrong, Angron. I am not merely loyal to The Emperor. I have formed my own views on all things... And apart from raw combat power and endless rage, you possess almost nothing."
You slowly took a deep breath and shook your head at Angron.
"Heh, can you really blame me? I did not have Corvus's innate scientific knowledge or