Two weeks later.
"No matter what you see, you must stay calm," Guilliman reminded Horus, who stood beside him.
In that final battle that decided the fate of the Milky Way, Tzeentch had used special means to summon back Horus, whose existence had already been erased, and transformed him into a vessel for the Fundamental God and countless powers of Chaos.
At the last moment, the Emperor and the God-Emperor had saved what remained of Horus and spent all this time restoring him to his original state.
The current Horus possessed only the title of a Primarch, without the substance of one. There was no Warp essence within his shell.
But to Guilliman, none of that mattered anymore.
Seeing one of his brothers return was simply the best thing imaginable, even if he had once committed grave mistakes.
The magnificent, gilded corridor was utterly quiet. Not even an Adeptus Custodes could be seen. Guilliman would not blame them for abandoning their posts; after all, the Imperial Palace was in far too much chaos right now.
A holy figure stood in the distance, and those enormous wings drew the eye more than anything else could.
Horus immediately became excited. Slapping Guilliman on the shoulder, he said eagerly, "Look! It's the Angel! It's Sanguinius... Oh God... I've always wanted to see him, to apologize to him... The tragedy aboard the Vengeful Spirit, I... I remember it all so clearly."
Guilliman forced a smile, then encouraged the somewhat uneasy Horus. "Go on, Horus. I believe Sanguinius will forgive you."
Horus controlled his pace, walking swiftly enough that he was nearly running.
As he drew closer and closer to Sanguinius, the unease and excitement on his face were replaced by confusion.
The person in the distance was indeed Sanguinius. There was no doubt about