(Written at the very beginning: the Timeline was a certain year after the main story ended. In fact, it was many years later, and the mage's vacation still had not ended, but the Empire had already begun exploring and expanding toward the Endless Star Sea.)
(Characters. A little OOC.)
Vengeance.
The conference room.
"Everything is ready," the Hub said.
Cold, ruthless, mechanical—this was how it should have been, but the Hub's voice carried the tiniest hint of gloating. It was not very obvious, but it was already enough for certain people to hear it.
Lion El'Jonson snorted coldly. "This Abominable Intelligence has evolved again."
"Do you have to start arguing with the Hub right now, Lion?" Sanguinius gave Lion a helpless look. "Don't forget, we were summoned here by Father."
"Yes, but what for?"
Konrad Curze yawned without much interest and propped his cheek up in utter boredom. "In any case, I don't understand why he called us here."
"Perhaps for another Great Crusade?" Vulkan guessed.
His words made one of the Primarchs around the Round Table let out a violent cry.
"Please, don't suddenly say something so terrifying, brother."
Roboute Guilliman grimaced in pain as he spoke. "Just coordinating and planning for those newly joined worlds has already turned my work into a kind of torture. If there's another Great Crusade—"
"Don't look so downcast, Roboute Guilliman."
Lion frowned and began sternly reprimanding his brother. "Is it not as if you cannot get our help? Is it not as if you—"
His words were forcibly stopped by Guilliman's silent, still stare. Clearly, Lion had already realized something.
Sanguinius awkwardly raised his left wing and covered Lion's face. "Roboute, I'm sure Lion didn't mean it that way."
"Then is anyone willing to help me handle administrative affairs?" Guilliman asked.
Expressionless,