Roboute Guilliman thought carefully, then suddenly caught sight of Yvraine in casual clothes. It startled him awake, leaving an obvious blush and an awkward expression on his face.
Why am I seeing Yvraine? Roboute Guilliman roared inwardly. He knew his awakening was inseparable from Yvraine. That bastard Perturabo often teased him with photos of him kissing Yvraine while unconscious.
Roboute Guilliman's thoughts grew increasingly chaotic, and Sanguinius noticed every change in his expression.
What was wrong with Roboute Guilliman?
Sanguinius was puzzled. He had never seen Roboute Guilliman, so skilled at concealing his emotions, lose his composure like this.
As the Primarchs' gazes gradually hardened, Lin Fan finally let out a sigh of relief. He looked toward the Aeldari, toward Yvraine.
Yvraine closed her eyes and considered what obsessions she still held. In the first flash, she saw Vect and heard his mocking voice.
Vect must pay the price! He must pay for hurting so many Aeldari!
Yvraine roared inwardly, and then her vision flashed again. This time, the image before her was Roboute Guilliman, one shoulder bare beneath a classical white robe.
Yvraine's emotional turmoil was far greater than Roboute Guilliman's, perhaps because, as an Aeldari, she was closer to Slaanesh.
Watching Yvraine lightly bite her lip, her brows faintly furrowed and her peach-blossom face flushed, Lin Fan felt that her heart was truly strong. Even after the changes brought by being Ynnead's chosen and the destruction of Biel-Tan Craftworld, she still possessed such fighting spirit.
Biel-Tan Craftworld had now been shattered because Vect had pulled the final Cronesword from its wraithbone. Long-distance interstellar travel was no longer possible. It could only drift quietly through the void around Cadia, awaiting repairs.
"Hi, darling." Isha opened the door and dragged out the barely alive Carlos.
This Greater Daemon of Tzeentch