Only Cisrain could save the Imperium.
They hadn't realized that before.
But now, after meeting him, he felt that statement was about 98 percent reliable.
Cyrus and Vulkan had different thoughts.
Vulkan and the others didn't share the Blood Raven Chapter's tradition of digging into history. Their loyalty to the Imperium meant absolute obedience. They wouldn't consider the Imperium's true future—or rather, they knew it had no future. They could only do their best with the strength they had now and protect whatever they could.
Cyrus looked at Vulkan as if he were looking at a bunch of naive, well-meaning fools.
Fools like them weren't enough. They needed to find more like-minded brothers to join them.
The Imperium had no future, but Gamma World did.
"Aren't you going to sign?"
Vulkan looked eager to give it a try.
He looked as if his face were saying that it was time to give those traitors who had turned to Chaos a little taste of "Cisrain-style" shock.
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Forget it. Let them stay naive.
Some things would only trouble them if they knew. Besides, was the information he'd gotten really guaranteed to be true?
Some things you could think about, but you couldn't say out loud.
If he did, Vulkan might be the first to kill him.
Vulkan really wasn't thinking about it as deeply as Cyrus imagined. He just felt that now he could fight with fewer restraints.
Resurrection?
Sorry, we didn't need to become Daemon Princes to pull that off.
The traitors had to fight tooth and nail for this, while we loyalists got it with ease.
I feel like I could take on the entire Black Legion by myself.
"Three thousand years."
"I checked. The system can't currently process contracts that long. The maximum term is five hundred years."