If what happened back then had never occurred, perhaps the galaxy would not be such a mess now.
But unfortunately, things would not unfold as he wished.
Back then, the three of them had even founded the Second Imperium.
Unfortunately, some were dead now, while others slept.
He had no idea who was running the Imperium now.
Compared to some of his brothers who excelled at governance, Lion had never had much interest in ruling an Imperium.
Rather than sit beside the Golden Throne, presiding over officials, nobles, and dignitaries as they divided up benefits, struck deals, plotted schemes, and undermined one another,
he would rather carry the Emperor's Shield onto the battlefield and fight Bonebreaker.
Sigh...
Lion let out a sigh.
The Imperium's current state was not unrelated to the Emperor. If he had told them back then, perhaps things would not have turned out like this. Though Lion did not understand the Imperium's current situation.
There was very little he could do.
After the great rebellion on Caliban, he had drifted through the Warp alongside the destruction of the Dark Angels Chapter's homeworld, eventually awakening on this barren planet.
He still remembered what had happened on Caliban.
But he had forgotten more about the Imperium of Man, the Emperor, and his brothers.
He only remembered that, in his visions, he seemed to have wandered through many places.
And brought back certain things.
For instance, the weapon in his hand—the Emperor's Shield.
Though he had already forgotten where he had obtained it.
It should have had something to do with his dreams.
Could the worlds he had seen not have been dreams?
Could they have truly existed?
"Hmm?"
As Lion El'Jonson pondered,
he felt the sky tremble.
Something seemed to be falling toward the ground.
He hurriedly stepped away