The Problem with the Codex

"There is still hope..." Roboute Guilliman rested a hand on the crystal glass. It had been polished spotless, allowing him to clearly see the victory parade outside.

After the horrors of the Tyranid war, the survivors on the planet truly needed a celebration to release the fear in their hearts.

Though the foolish religion his other brothers had told him about filled him with fear and disgust, the people of Macragge clearly possessed more rational and open-minded ways of thinking.

"At least things are still normal here."

The cheers of celebration in the parade eased Roboute Guilliman's furrowed brow slightly. During his earlier speech, he had used the crowd's enthusiasm to issue many decrees.

The most important among them was restoring the Ultramarines' direct control over the Ultramar sector. He needed more strength to rebuild that great ideal.

"Sigh..." With a sigh, he headed elsewhere for a secret meeting. He needed to resolve lingering issues such as the Codex Astartes.

The round table was filled with people, with four enormous chairs forged especially for Primarchs at its center.

For some strange reason, Yvraine sat directly opposite Roboute Guilliman. Whenever either raised their head, their gazes met.

Roboute Guilliman's brother sat on his left, his sons on his right, arranged in strict order according to Chapter rank.

Hope and Helbrecht kept the Ultramarines separated from the xenos commanders, avoiding unnecessary misunderstandings.

Roboute Guilliman's voice marked the beginning of the meeting. "The Codex Astartes... was a grave mistake."

What?!

The Ultramarines looked as though they had been struck by lightning. Chapter Master Calgar's eyes widened in shock. His lips trembled as he tried to say something, yet he felt he had no right to question a Primarch.

With a mere glance, Roboute Guilliman could tell what his sons were thinking.

He did