Horus noted the newly revealed name and extended his senses, searching for any trace of the mysterious flyer nearby. His search undoubtedly failed.
What puzzled him most was that, upon hearing the question, the Emperor's gaze had first turned to him.
Could this man called Mors be connected to him?
+I know him,+ the Emperor said. The emotions of the great golden figure were somewhat subdued, and Horus would have paid any price to wipe away even the slightest trace of the Emperor's sorrow.
The Emperor then spoke in what might have been his truer voice, making his presence all the more stirring.
"If he does not wish to appear, I cannot make him return. My child," he paused, "you possess a great destiny. I need you. You are Peturabo."
"I am."
"I am the Emperor. The Emperor of Terra, and the Master of Mankind," the Emperor said calmly. He stepped forward, beyond the snow-capped peaks, and more details of Olympia were reflected in his bright, gold-radiant irises.
Beginning with Lokos, he observed the entire planet, seeking signs of his son's character and accomplishments amid its unusually thorough development.
A moment later, a pleased smile appeared on his face.
"You have achieved much, though you are still young. I see true peace spreading across this world, while grand castles and farmers' tools alike undergo miraculous renewal. When you came here, Olympia already possessed every foundation necessary for independent progress. I can see your pursuit of construction and knowledge. We have much to discuss on that subject."
"I..." The young man's brows drew together slightly, his expression carrying a subtle doubt.
Horus tried to convey affirmation with a confident nod. Before the Emperor had finished his opening remarks, he would not allow himself to further interfere with his father's conversation or