Elsewhere.
In Qin Mo's private quarters aboard the Glorious Humanity, all the clone Primarchs met Vanessa, who had just arrived on the ship.
More precisely, they met their Father-Emperor.
The Emperor, possessing Vanessa, stood with his hands behind his back by the viewport, facing away from the door.
The moment Horus followed Qin Mo through the door, he became so overwhelmed that he trembled uncontrollably.
The other Primarchs, meanwhile, had no idea who the blond woman standing by the window in such an inscrutable pose was, or why Qin Mo had not taken them, the clones, to the most secret place on the ship before bringing them here.
"Mo... Fa... Father-Emperor..."
He opened his mouth, and a hoarse, dry call escaped his lips.
The Emperor at the window continued gazing into the vast void outside. At Horus's call, his body trembled.
Then he slowly turned around.
What the Primarchs saw was a blond woman turning to look at them, but golden light shone in her eyes, making them glimpse the Emperor's majestic face in an instant.
Naturally, it was the majestic face he so often showed to outsiders.
Then all the clone Primarchs instantly realized that the woman before them was the Emperor, and why she was their Father-Emperor.
The Emperor's shattered will, the crisis of ten thousand years ago, humanity's faith, and the double torment inflicted by the Golden Throne.
The clones saw through all of it in an instant.
"Father." A tear ran from the corner of Horus's eye as he stepped forward, trembling.
With every step, countless worries arose in the clone Warmaster's heart.
Would his Father-Emperor blame him, this clone, for the great rebellion of ten thousand years ago?
Or did his Father-Emperor simply not care about him at all because he was a clone?