Roboute Guilliman and Rogal Dorn had spoken only a few days earlier when Dante and the others, waiting outside the Imperial Palace for a reply, received an invitation personally written by The Emperor.
In fact, it was not just Dante and the others. Detachments from other Legions stationed on Terra also received invitations.
Salamanders, Ultramarines, White Scars, Blood Angels, Imperial Fists, Space Wolves, Raven Guard...
Some successor Chapters that had yet to complete their mergers had not been forgotten by The Emperor either. The Lamenters, Black Templars, and others all received invitations as well.
Each Legion selected three brave, loyal veterans of unmatched martial skill to go to the Imperial Palace.
The vast plaza was nowhere near full with only a few hundred Space Marines. They stood in formation according to their respective Chapters, presenting their finest side to the towering statue of The Emperor standing at the center of the square.
The tightly shut golden gates opened, and the Adeptus Custodes slowly emerged, their golden armor reflecting the light and shining all the more brilliantly.
Then several Primarchs escorted the still-unrecovered Emperor out...
At the sight of The Emperor's current little-girl form, all the Space Marines were utterly stunned, yet none dared point out The Emperor's unusual appearance to her face.
Psykers always had strange and bizarre forms. So long as they did not turn into daemons, everyone could accept it.
Once The Emperor came to a stop, her expression turned solemn as she announced a decision to the Space Marines. "Every Space Marine who has fought for humanity's future abandoned his family and became a ruthless killing machine within his Chapter. Now that the war is over, I deeply feel that Space Marines have nothing but their Chapters and Primarchs. So, after discussing it with several Primarchs, I