Be a Human, Emperor (Part 2)

"A maimed body could still be treated, but what about a maimed soul?"

Those words kept echoing through The Emperor's mind.

—He could not save the son in his arms. He knew that very well. But perhaps another man might have a way?

With that thought, he tore open the Warp and returned to the material realm. The cold vacuum could almost be called comfortable compared to the environment of the Warp. A golden door opened beneath his feet and slowly swallowed him. When he appeared again, he had already arrived aboard Macragge's Honour.

Guilliman stared at him in astonishment, pale purple radiance still pinched between his fingers, three magic circles hovering behind his head—his first Titan's Might had been on the verge of a perfect release, and The Emperor's arrival had clearly ended that process.

With a sharp crack, the three magic circles burst in unison. The pale purple radiance instantly slipped out of control, turning into surging, pure magic that began rebelling in Guilliman's hand. He hurriedly closed his palm and pressed it down, and the magic gradually calmed.

He Shenyan said, not without complaint, "Your timing really is something. He was just about to succeed."

The Emperor's expression still maintained its surface calm, but his slightly trembling lips had already betrayed something. His right hand was held before his chest, as though he were carrying a child. The Mage said nothing more; with just a casual glance, he knew why he had come.

He Shenyan walked closer to him. As the distance narrowed, his expression gradually turned serious. He reached out, and The Emperor allowed him to take the shattered soul from his arms, though his gaze grew somewhat more complicated.

He examined it carefully for several minutes, until the unsettling silence was almost enough to make