Statue

"This is far too narcissistic," Perturabo commented gruffly. "If it were up to me, I'd make a few adjustments to the arrangement at most. Put myself at the very front, with the rest of you spread out on either side in a triangular formation."

"Perhaps he did not make this himself. Judging by the texture of these sculptures, they lack the refinement of a Primarch's own handiwork. But it certainly is rather narcissistic. If it were me, I would place these artworks in a circular plaza and draw everyone's gaze toward The Emperor at its center." Fulgrim added a few more remarks. "I think his sons made them themselves. What do you think, Dorn?"

Clad in black armor, Dorn looked up at Guilliman's statue.

The statue towered overhead, immense and lofty. Sunlight fell evenly across Guilliman's entire form, lending it an air of sacred majesty.

Other Primarch statues stood on either side of Guilliman's, but they were only a third as tall as his and received none of the sunlight.

The rebel Primarchs among them had been draped with cloth. Dorn could only guess who lay beneath from the folds of the fabric.

After a long silence, Dorn replied flatly, "If the dome above this statue collapsed, it would make an excellent load-bearing pillar."

"Hahahaha..." Perturabo and Fulgrim burst into laughter inside the container. They could already imagine Guilliman's embarrassment when he woke up and saw these statues.

The doors swung open.

Calgar entered the chamber. His gaze first fell upon Dorn, standing beneath Guilliman's statue, and the Holy Golden Coffin floating at his side. Then he looked toward Guilliman's statue with undisguised reverence.

"Honored elder." Calgar saluted Dorn. Helbrecht had not told him much more; he only knew that this was an ancient hero from the era of the