All Primarchs had special and unique abilities—things that did not belong to the traits born of their personalities or character, but were instincts that existed in their genes.
For example, Roboute Guilliman could analyze and handle many matters across multiple threads without the slightest mistake. Vulkan could rise again no matter what kind of injury he suffered, and Konrad Curze had his infamous prophetic ability.
And Rogal Dorn?
Frankly speaking, the world knew very little about him in this regard. The only thing that could be confirmed was that he had once displayed some kind of special ability during the Siege of Terra. Dorn seemed able to weaken the surrounding Warp activity through emotion and will.
No one knew exactly how it worked. The records in this area were even so vague that only a few minor descriptions remained, and the names of the chroniclers who had recorded them had all been erased. Their fate was self-evident.
So, if you wanted to say that this was his special ability, then many people would probably object at once. Not merely out of rigor, but also for some other reasons.
At the very least, his brothers certainly would not think so.
"I truly did not expect you all to end up like this. Is some so-called drama of brotherly love and fraternal respect being performed here?"
The travel-worn giant walked all the way to the Star Map, not even forgetting to pull Guilliman and Leman Russ out of his way. Both of them were stunned by his actions and words, especially Leman Russ.
At a loss, he showed a puzzled expression, and the sharp tongue he usually had managed to spit out only a single word at that moment: "Uh?"
Dorn gave him a cold look.
"The current priority is to support