"So that was it."
Half an hour later.
The Dark Angels had finally calmed down and were no longer at each other's throats.
These battle-hardened veterans sat attentively on the floor, just as they had in the old days, and began a thorough, efficient exchange of intelligence with their long-lost Gene-Father.
Lion El'Jonson sat among them.
His gaze passed over every face-Zabriel, Kai, and all those he had thought he would never see again.
As their discussion deepened, Lion El'Jonson gradually learned what his sons had endured over the past ten thousand years.
When Caliban shattered, these sons had been swallowed by a Warp Storm.
In that twisted dimension, where time had lost all meaning, they had spent what might have been moments or millennia.
When they returned to the Real Universe, they found, just as the Lion King had, that the Imperium was no longer anything like the one they remembered.
And what awaited them was relentless pursuit by their successors in the Chapter.
The Dark Angels Chapter collectively called those who had vanished during the rebellion on Caliban the "Fallen Angels."
As that term was spoken, complicated expressions appeared on the other Dark Angels' faces.
The Dark Angels regarded the Fallen Angels as a stain on the Legion's honor, their greatest secret, to be concealed at any cost.
To capture a single Fallen Angel alive, even the most experienced, iron-willed veterans of the Deathwing companies-even their captains-were willing to sacrifice their lives.
They could only be described as fanatics among fanatics.
In response, Lion El'Jonson could only declare:
Everything concerning Caliban's destruction and that Warp Storm would be forgiven.
He would pardon everyone who had not joined Chaos, and anyone who continued hunting them would face the Lion King's punishment.
Redeemed Angels would be their new name.
Everyone