Some people were alive, yet already dead. Some people were dead, yet still alive. And Guilliman was having the time of his life.
In the vast fields of Kairos, Guilliman was completely wrapped in Cat-Man Grass and blissed out of his mind. All his worries had vanished. Imperial affairs, the Dark Side expedition—none of it had anything to do with him anymore.
"Father, Father, wake up! You can't eat that stuff. There's bird droppings on that grass!"
As two peerless warriors forged in the fires of battle, Titus and Kaido, the two Ultramarines, had one defining trait: they were absolutely ripped.
You could send them to clear out a Hive City, and they could take on a Greater Daemon without breaking a sweat. They might even be able to solo an entire planet. But right now, they were completely at a loss. After all, the man gobbling down grass in front of them was Guilliman—their father!
Watching the Primarch behaving like a rabid feral cat, Kaido, whose temper was even shorter, grabbed the Cat-folk vendor beside him and snapped:
"Traitor! What sorcery did you use on Lord Guilliman? Undo it at once, or I'll make sure you die without a place to be buried!"
In an instant, Kaido had drawn his Chainsword. Its roaring mono-teeth spun back and forth; a light touch was all it would take to send the vendor's head rolling.
But a pair of iron hands pressed down on the Chainsword. It was Kaido's good big brother and former superior, Titus.
"Stop! You're too hotheaded, Kaido. Calm down. Don't let anger fill your heart."
"Huh?"
Hearing Titus call him hotheaded, Kaido was stunned. Big brother, are you kidding me? Everyone in the Legion knows you and Sicarius are the biggest lunatics around.
The Second Company captain was