The dim clouds hung as if the sky had fallen, while raging thunderbolts lit up the endless darkness.
The Primarch's voice echoed through the violent storm.
That majestic voice drowned out everything else.
Like a solemn, sacred Celestial declaring humanity's sins.
The Planetary Governor's body trembled, and so did the bodies of every noble.
"Sir, could there be some misunderstanding?" the Planetary Governor asked tremblingly.
"There is no misunderstanding. House Glaus, you have been declared Excommunicate Traitoris." Guilliman looked at the Planetary Governor before him, his tone icy.
The Honor Guard clustered around him, silent beneath their cold metal Helms.
They showed no reaction to this declaration of Excommunicate Traitoris, one that was enough to shake the Imperium.
The Planetary Governor collapsed to the ground, his smug, flamboyant smile vanishing without a trace.
House Glaus was a vast family that spanned several star systems, possessing incomparable wealth.
They could afford costly life-extension procedures for their family members and maintain their own private fleet.
But the Planetary Governor knew all too well that such things were insignificant before a Primarch.
With a single sentence, the other man had stripped House Glaus of everything.
The Planetary Governor looked to the other nobles, his eyes pleading for help.
Yet no one dared step forward. These nobles had all sworn to stand with House Glaus.
But now, not a single one of them came forward.
Everyone kept as far away from him as they could.
"Sicarius, execute the adults of House Glaus. Send their children to the Penal Legion, and tell them that only war and blood can cleanse their fathers' sins."
Guilliman's gaze swept over the other nobles. The authority in his eyes made them instinctively retreat several steps. "You allowed House Glaus to defy my orders, greedily clinging to the power in