"Ahriman, you're always so self-righteous! Everything I do is for your own good!"
"Right back at you, Magnus!"
Ahriman showed no fear as he faced Magnus, who loomed like a giant. He directly raised a shield, blocking the full force of the other's fury. More lethal sorcery flowed at his fingertips; with a single thought from Ahriman, it could fly straight at Magnus.
Watching Magnus and Ahriman clash with such passion, Yvraine could not help but stare blankly.
Still, it was not her place to meddle too much in someone else's family dispute. She could only quietly hide behind Magnus and prepare the reversal ritual.
Roboute Guilliman was better. His Legion had never had this sort of problem...
Tch! How could she be thinking about that while working?
Yvraine was annoyed by the confusion and weakness in her own thoughts. She had been dreaming more and more often lately, and Roboute Guilliman had become increasingly bold and passionate in those dreams.
When Yvraine suffered such troubles, Roboute Guilliman naturally fared no better. Even demigods needed rest. Though half an hour of sleep was enough to restore his energy, the sense of time within dreams was exceptionally abstract. Not to mention that Guilliman's dreams could even pick up where they had left off, allowing unfinished stories to play themselves out to the end.
Guilliman was also troubled by his dreams, yet he had no idea whom he could confide in.
What could he say? Tell his Primarch brothers, "I keep dreaming about Yvraine, and then the two of us work through several sets of math problems together."
Guilliman would die of embarrassment on the spot, and the Ultramarines would be shamed by the stain upon the Lord of Ultramar. Whether for private or public reasons, Guilliman could not speak of this