"Father, what are you doing here?"
Guilliman looked at the Emperor, who glowed with golden light and seemed almost angelic. He instinctively took a step back, his face filled with wariness.
If he remembered correctly, his father—the man known as the Emperor of Mankind—was lying upon the Golden Throne, his life and death unknown. There was no way he could have come to find him.
So.
"Heretic! Damnable Chaos God, how dare you impersonate my father!"
Guilliman immediately grew agitated.
"No, Guilliman. It's me!"
The Emperor looked at his son and showed a satisfied expression. Then he began explaining the situation to Guilliman.
He also told Guilliman to make contact with the Holy Father Redeemer Empire and find out what was going on.
The situation in this universe had changed. A force from beyond the universe had appeared.
It came from beyond the world, a force that denied everything. The slightest misstep could plunge humanity into eternal ruin.
They had to stay alert and cautious. They absolutely could not drag humanity into the abyss.
"..."
Not long afterward, Guilliman opened his eyes, his face showing uncertainty. The Emperor had said a great deal, but all the trust Guilliman had supposedly shown had merely been an act. He simply didn't believe this was the Emperor.
Who knew what thing from the Warp had disguised itself to trick him?
Still, a trace of hope lingered in his heart. What if—what if it really was true?
Some time later.
Beneath the Golden Throne, Guilliman looked at the mighty figure that resembled a dried corpse. As he approached, the enormous skeleton began to tremble, and red light shone from its skull.
"Guilliman, it's me. Don't hesitate or waver. Go!"
The Emperor's voice rang in Guilliman's ears.
"This..."
Watching this, Guilliman's face lit up