The last letter Leman Russ had sent informed him of Angron's resurrection. The Emperor had not had long to rejoice over the news before receiving his next letter.
"The situation in that world is somewhat abnormal. I need Magnus's help..."
The Emperor sat upon the Golden Throne, his gaze fixed on the words in the letter for half an hour already. Even the message Perturabo had sent lay tossed aside, left unaddressed.
If the Emperor remained silent for another five minutes, Perturabo, whose patience was notoriously poor, would likely board a ship and fly over at once to ask in person what exactly the Emperor meant by this cold treatment.
Clearly, the Primarch who had built a ring-shaped defensive line around the portal to the other world was no longer satisfied with his current duties. He had begun to wonder where his brothers had gone, and that question gave the Emperor quite a headache as well.
"Magnus..."
The Emperor softly spoke the name, practically gritting his teeth. He truly found it difficult to simply send Magnus into the other world.
The last time he had failed to keep watch in time, that brat had actually started calling Warp daemons his brothers. The Emperor had beaten Magnus senseless with his power for thirteen straight days before the connection between him and the daemons finally dissipated.
And now Magnus was to enter the other world to deal with a problem without his supervision. How could the Emperor possibly rest easy?
Yet not allowing Magnus in was clearly not a good choice either. Leman Russ had discovered that the enemies in the other world were systematically gathering souls to fight them.
Although Draudillon had already explained to the Emperor that Wild Magic functioned very differently from psychic spells that relied on the Warp,