Extra: Round Table Viewing (VIII)

This time, the narrator said nothing more. In the blink of an eye, blue light swallowed everything.

Magnus's eyes widened as he studied it all with rapt attention, terrified of missing even the slightest detail.

His utterly engrossed demeanor drew quiet snickers from the Fenrisians. He gestured to Alpharius, who nodded in understanding and began to chuckle as well.

Yet among the primarchs, only those two were so lively and cheerful. Though the others had not experienced the sensation of being gradually swallowed by light for the first time, they still could not grow accustomed to it.

For those whose senses had always been keen, it could even be called torture. It lasted only an instant, yet that was enough to leave an unforgettable impression.

The blue light faded. The round table vanished, followed by the stone chairs. The primarchs rose one after another, these young demigods standing together in perfect order as the world was reduced to darkness alone—soft, tranquil darkness, the darkness of dreams.

Judging by the furnishings, this was a bedroom, and not one belonging to any mortal.

That was indeed the case. One only had to glance at the black-haired giant lying fully clothed upon the bed to know whose bedroom this was.

"His sleeping posture isn't bad," Russ smacked his lips and commented.

Someone struck him from behind. It was not hard, but the placement was ingenious, cutting off the second half of his unspoken remark. The slightly irritated Fenrisian turned around and found his brother from Baal staring at him expressionlessly.

The faint impulse to retaliate, which had scarcely counted as anger to begin with, vanished at once, replaced by a deliberately ingratiating smile.

"Fine, I won't say it." Still smiling, Leman Russ promptly raised both hands. "I'll remain quiet from now on."

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