The moment Magnus's voice reached him, Perturabo thought the immense pressure had driven him mad. He did not look at the head cradled in his hands, instead turning toward his guards in panic, his voice trembling.
"Attack... Have them prepare to attack!"
"As you command, Lord of Iron."
"Attack? Hey, hey, hey, what are you thinking? Can you look at me?" Magnus blinked. Without a body, this simple motion was all he could use to stop Perturabo.
But no one here cared about him. They were all trapped in their own horrifying imaginings. Magnus finally realized that things had gone terribly wrong. The prank he had improvised seemed to have inflicted serious psychological trauma upon his brother.
Maybe I should have pranked someone else. Perturabo is still too sensitive...
Magnus thought dejectedly. A good prank should have both people clutching their stomachs and laughing, rather than one getting angry while the other laughed and complained that he was taking things too seriously.
In the end, Magnus helplessly controlled his hair, winding it around Perturabo's arm like tentacles and shaking it with all his strength.
Only then did Perturabo lower his head and meet Magnus's wide, innocent eyes.
"My brother... You... You died with your eyes open? Don't worry. I will avenge you soon."
"Died with my eyes open? No, no, no... I'm not dead." Magnus's smile stiffened. He seemed to understand how Perturabo had misunderstood the situation. Perturabo must have thought he had offended The Emperor and been killed on the spot.
"You're not dead?" Perturabo shook his head miserably. "Your ghost is haunting me... So I suppose you're not exactly dead."
"No, brother, don't let your imagination run wild..." Magnus was almost crying. The guards beside them were issuing orders faster and faster, while the camp guarding the portal