Sanguinius: Nimrod, I look forward to fighting alongside you

Nimrod's psychic projection crossed the void and descended upon Terra's Golden Palace.

Mortarion's gloomy gaze, hidden beneath his breathing mask, turned toward Nimrod.

Before attending the War Council, he had read the report Nimrod submitted.

The Ork invasion of the Grael Abyss had caused the Shadow of Order to lose more than twenty-five thousand warriors.

Nimrod and his sorcerous legion have already begun their decline. Mortarion's mind flashed to Necare.

Just like those sorcerous xenos.

This is their fate.

"Nimrod." Vulkan's psychic projection carried the heat of the anvil.

"I gathered ore from the volcano where we tested ourselves and forged new armor for you."

Nimrod had sheltered civilians, sparing them from harm.

He too should make good use of his own gifts and forge for his brother, so that Nimrod might be spared from harm.

"I look forward to your gift," Nimrod replied with a smile. Though the armor Ferrus had made for him had never been damaged since he put it on, who would refuse more stock?

Especially armor forged by the Lord of the Fire Drakes.

Perturabo's ice-blue eyes flickered. Just as he thought of that unfinished work, the great doors rumbled open, and The Emperor walked in shoulder to shoulder with the Fabricator-General of Mars.

Malcador and Constantin Valdor followed behind him.

The Emperor accepted everyone's salute. After taking his seat, he spoke.

"The Aeldari craftworld Mag-Silas has carried out a brutal raid on Ciliorete. Millions of humans have been cruelly slaughtered."

"The crimes of the xenos must be punished!"

His gaze swept over the Primarchs, finally landing on the two with wings upon their backs.

Nimrod with his golden wings, and Sanguinius with his angel's wings.

"Nimrod, my Pegasus, you can arrive the fastest."

"Sanguinius, your legion is closest to Ciliorete."

At those words, the