Sanguinell's existence was an incomparably ancient legend to the vast majority of the Blood Angels and their successor Chapters.
No one knew who—or what—he was.
Even Dante, Chapter Master of the Blood Angels Chapter and a veteran who had served The Emperor and the Imperium for over a thousand years, had only barely glimpsed Sanguinell's golden figure a few times during moments of crisis for the Blood Angels.
The Chapter Chaplains privately speculated that Sanguinell might have been an embodiment of Sanguinius's ideals and nobility, accidentally split from his soul when Horus killed him.
The members of the Sanguinary Guard, meanwhile, guessed that he might be Azkaellon, Captain of the Sanguinary Guard from ten thousand years ago.
In truth, even Rorschach's understanding of Sanguinell now
was limited to a few scattered accounts the Weepers had brought out of the Blood Angels Chapter during the early days of their separation as a successor Chapter.
Thud, thud, thud—
At this moment, Rorschach, his expression somewhat solemn, turned in his Vibranium Power Armor and returned to the enormous throne in the Upper Echelons hall.
The numerous Astartes and Company Captains gathered nearby were clearly wary of this sudden, unfamiliar presence.
Even though Rorschach had ordered them to temporarily lower the weapons in their hands and wait quietly at the side of the hall,
these loyal sons were still prepared to strike first.
"Tell me, what are you? Some kind of Warp Entity? Or a fragment of my brother's scattered soul? Or perhaps a spokesman for The Emperor?"
Rorschach narrowed his eyes instinctively and repeatedly examined Sanguinell, who stood below.
The countless bright lights within the Upper Echelons hall gleamed across the other's golden armor, which seemed to emit faint trails of psychic radiance untouched by Chaos.
At present, he had considered every possible