"Though you may not believe it, we came to the Iron Ring by no special route. We simply entered normally."
"If you think we possess some treasure that lets us enter or leave instantly, then I can only say you have unnecessarily high expectations of us."
Magnus looked down at Ahriman, his tone calm and cold.
Though, as a clone Primarch, Magnus knew perfectly well that the man before him was merely a son of his original self, he still possessed the same memories as his original self. Thus, he could not help harboring subjective opinions of Ahriman, whom he was meeting for the first time.
Magnus had never thought highly of Ahriman. Even ten thousand years ago, when the Imperium was still ascending, the two had their differences.
Not to mention that Ahriman, once First Captain of the Thousand Sons, had already fallen.
Magnus had no grounds to condemn or reprimand him over that matter, since his original self had fallen as well.
Magnus's attitude toward Ahriman was nothing but indifference.
"But we can still cooperate." Ahriman pondered for a moment, seeming to have other plans. "The Emperor's battle with Horus will ultimately destroy us all. We must find a way to survive."
"Why would the battle between the Emperor and my original self destroy everyone?" Horus asked from beside them.
"Psychic Power." Ahriman raised one finger and tapped his horned helm. "I suspect that the psychic disturbances caused by their battle will become increasingly frequent and severe. In the end, all beings with souls will be annihilated by Psychic Power. It is a complicated field of study; I cannot explain too much to you."
Hearing this, Horus looked to Magnus, seeking confirmation from his brother with his eyes.
Magnus considered it, then nodded.
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