At the request of their respective Primarchs, the Emperor's Children and the Word Bearers became the first forces to attack. They would use their actions to atone for their past sins.
The Emperor then turned his gaze to Magnus. Just as Magnus thought the Emperor wanted him to sit on the Golden Throne and work, the Emperor brought up the Thousand Sons, who had been reduced entirely to ash.
"Go find Yvraine. Lin Fan said that Aeldari has some means of reversing the Rubric spell."
"Really?"
When he saw the Emperor nod, Magnus's spirits lifted. After hastily bidding the Emperor farewell, he turned and left. Watching Magnus's flustered retreating figure, the Emperor sighed. Ten thousand years had not made Magnus any more mature. How had this child grown in body but not in brains?
Perhaps he knew too many spells, and they had taken up all the space in his brain?
The Emperor could not say for certain. He merely watched Magnus leave, but to prevent the little fellow from causing more trouble, he deliberately attached a strand of his consciousness to Magnus's back.
Then his gaze shifted to Konrad Curze. Konrad Curze did not give the Emperor a pleasant look at all, hissing with a face full of disdain. It reminded the Emperor of little cats with puffed-up fur and arched backs, trying to intimidate their enemies.
"You..." The Emperor weighed his words, yet after a long while, he still did not know what to say to Konrad Curze. He could only pat his head in reassurance, then have Fulgrim lead Konrad Curze away to find somewhere quiet for him to stay.
Then he looked at Angron. The man who had been constantly enraged by the Butcher's Nails was now abnormally quiet. Combined with the influence of his cold