The rout of the Emperor's Children's main fleet in the Medusa Sector, especially the fall of the fallen Primarch Fulgrim—regarded in official Imperial records and by billions of believers as absolute, final destruction—was like a blazing spear of light tearing through eternal night, its radiance instantly piercing the despairing gloom that shrouded the Imperium.
From the golden hall where the High Lords of Terra convened on Holy Terra, to the watchers silently gazing into the void at frontier outposts of Ultramar, and onward to countless worlds struggling bitterly beneath Chaos assaults, the news of victory thundered across the stars with almost miraculous speed and force.
"The Iron Hands... Primarch Ferrus Manus... under the Emperor's guidance, slew the Traitor Fulgrim on Medusa!"
The Imperium's propaganda machine and Ecclesiarchy preachers proclaimed without doubt—and rejected all doubt—that Fulgrim's existence, his mad ravings, his fallen art, and his pathological pursuit of sensory extremes had been utterly annihilated beneath the Emperor's irresistible will and the merciless Iron Fists of his loyal Primarch.
The golden holy flames of the Emperor's Sword were praised as a direct manifestation of the Lord of Humanity's purifying might, while Ferrus Manus was the perfect executor of that final judgment.
A Daemon Prince might perhaps be reborn within the foul tides of the warp—common knowledge that had driven the Imperium into despair countless times—but amid the frenzied jubilation and power of faith sweeping the masses, this was deliberately forgotten, even refuted.
In terms of the material universe, this was the most complete and inspiring glorious victory the Imperium had ever achieved against a Traitor Primarch since the Horus Heresy.
Ferrus Manus's prestige reached its zenith in this battle. He was no longer merely a returned legend of ancient times, but a living deity who enacted the Emperor's will, destroyed great evil,