"What happened? Why was the tower destroyed? Where is Nimrod?" Horus Lupercal stared gloomily at "Sejanus" and asked.
"You have already witnessed the truth. Now comes the next part." "Sejanus" recovered and directed Horus's attention to the present.
Horus looked around and found himself in a vast circular plaza, surrounded by soaring towers and magnificent marble buildings that pierced the clouds.
Tens of thousands of people encircled statue after statue in layered ranks.
Warriors in gleaming Power Armor stood around the statues, clustered before eleven of them.
The statue at the center wore shining golden battle armor and held a blazing torch aloft, its radiant firelight illuminating all things.
Horus understood its meaning: he had brought light to his people.
His gaze was then drawn to an obsidian statue beside the golden one. The figure wore black armor and golden wings. It clearly depicted Nimrod.
On the other side stood his winged friend Sanguinius, beside whom were Rogal Dorn with his winged circlet, Lion El'Jonson, Leman Russ, and Corvas Corax.
Following the statues with his eyes, Horus saw Roboute Guilliman, Ferrus Manus, Vulkan, and Jaghatai Khan beside Nimrod.
At the center stood, without question, his father, The Emperor of Mankind.
But why were there only ten brothers? Where were the other nine?
As Horus pondered this, a corpulent official wrapped in golden robes stood upon the stepped pedestal beneath the statues, a crown upon his head.
Numerous holy relics shaped like winged infants floated above him, their silver trumpets broadcasting his words to every corner of the plaza.
"May the God-Emperor bless you."
"This is a place of pilgrimage—" Horus said in disbelief.
How could his father allow a world that so openly defied the Imperial Truth to exist?
The pilgrims around them seemed unable to see them. They murmured