Several days later.
A transport descended from Terra's orbit toward the surface.
The Primarchs sat in a row, clad in armor.
Across from them sat the Emperor and Qin Mo.
Whenever the Emperor was present, the atmosphere was always extremely solemn. As a result, the final stretch of the Primarchs' long-awaited return home could not be filled with laughter and cheer.
The Emperor, meanwhile, wondered why the Primarchs did not look at all like they wanted to return to Terra. He had tacitly approved of their return, yet said nothing now.
The cabin was silent.
Qin Mo had always been unable to stand a crowd of people sitting together without anyone speaking, so he took the initiative. "We did not go directly to your cradle world in dimensional space because Lady Ayesha must now use Psychic Power to sustain her existence. She is currently in the Himalayas."
"Is there truly no cure at all for Lady Ayesha's spiritual ailment?" Magnus asked.
"Your father and I have considered every possible method." Qin Mo shook his head.
Upon hearing this, the Primarchs all lowered their heads.
When Lady Ayesha had cared for them, they had never noticed anything wrong with her.
Even after she had been transformed into a cyborg.
Only Ferrus had asked Ayesha what technologies had been used to modify half her body.
After they had grown older and learned about the world beyond dimensional space, the Primarchs had all been puzzled whenever they saw Ayesha—why were Lady Ayesha's modifications so obvious?
Technologies such as Prosthetic Body implants had already become highly refined. Unless someone who had undergone modification admitted it themselves, no one else could possibly tell what alterations they had received.
Yet the modifications to half of Ayesha's body had always been plainly visible.
Fulgrim had once joined