"Our duty is not merely to remain on the Iron Ring."
"Our duty..."
Standing within the teleportation array Ahriman had arranged, Guilliman felt somewhat dazed. Corvus's words still echoed in his mind after their recent meeting.
He liked to think and was accustomed to thinking, so naturally he had to carefully ponder everything Corvus had said.
Even now that Guilliman had returned to his other clone brothers and Ahriman, even though his encounter with clone Corvus and the original Corvus felt like a dream shrouded in mist.
Thinking back to how he and his clone brothers had come to the Iron Ring, Guilliman had felt from the beginning that there was a sense of destiny to it, as though something momentous awaited them ahead.
Now, it seemed that was indeed the case.
"You left just now." Horus walked to Guilliman's side. "Did you see anything suspicious?"
Guilliman raised his head and looked up at Horus without speaking.
"If you think something is suspicious, I will immediately consider Ahriman untrustworthy." Horus stared at Ahriman, who was channeling Psychic Power alongside Magnus a hundred meters away. "Perhaps you feel that you have been excluded, but... I know very well that we are all clones. We should not be bound by the memories of our originals. I also know how steadfast and hardworking your original was ten thousand years later, so you can say whatever you have to say."
Hearing this, Guilliman also looked toward Ahriman, recalling Corvus's words: we were all being influenced by Father-Emperor, even Ahriman. Guilliman shook his head. "I went out for a look around. I found nothing suspicious."
"That is good." Horus lowered his head and looked at the dagger at his waist, the weapon Ahriman had given him and called the first weapon to kill a sorcerer.