"Brothers!"
"Latest battle report!"
"The Lord of Tyran and Guilliman's true body have already fought their way to Dragon Forest Star. The Lord of Tyran said that once he emerges, he'll have a way to weaken the barrier. Victory in this war is close at hand!"
Within the dark underground cavern, Horus excitedly recounted the latest developments to his clone Primarch brothers.
Most of the clone Primarchs were encouraged, save for a few, including Perturabo and Koz.
But they were only encouraged. The latest victory report had little to do with the situation the clone Primarchs currently faced. No matter how quickly victory progressed outside, it would not come quickly enough to immediately resolve their predicament.
Within the dark underground cavern, the clone Primarchs sat in a circle.
Scattered in the center were maps and documents concerning the current situation. These things had nothing to do with the Siege of Terra from long ago. The clone Primarchs no longer had the time to argue just to pass the time.
Outside, artillery thundered and roars echoed everywhere.
The Chaos reinforcements gradually taking control of every part of the Iron Ring had forced the clone Primarchs into direct battle. There was nowhere left to retreat.
Faced with humanity's enemies from many different factions, the only military resources the Primarchs had were the Skinless Ones who worshipped the Emperor, as well as the slaves of the Iron Warriors warbands who had been driven all over the Iron Ring before eventually running into them.
There were no loyal Legionaries, nor were there powerful logistical supplies. That the clone Primarchs could establish a defensive line with so few people and withstand the Chaos reinforcements' encirclement and purge, enduring within enemy territory, was already the utmost display of their capabilities.
After the brief excitement and joy