Horus

Sanguinius finally spoke, voicing the prophetic vision that had plagued him for so long.

Konrad Curze had once told him about this, but Sanguinius had never taken it seriously. He had only thought it was Konrad Curze's incompetence, an attempt to flee from reality.

But as Sanguinius raced across Chaos-ravaged Terra, lending aid wherever he could, and personally granted cruel death to his brother who had lost control, the prophecy grew stronger.

He could feel it: with every heartbeat, the scenes of the future became clearer.

They were not vague, mystical images or indescribable shadows, but scenes of absolute reality.

He could see Horus's face, smell the blood covering the ground, hear the omnipresent laughter of the Four Gods...

My brother, Konrad Curze... had he endured such torment every moment of his life as well?

Sanguinius recalled his conversations with Konrad Curze. The more he had once despised Konrad Curze's submission to prophecy, the more he now regretted his own presumptuous judgment.

Such prophecy drove people mad... Konrad Curze truly had not simply been too weak...

Walking through the corridors of the Imperial Palace, Sanguinius said no to The Emperor's back.

"I will not let you face Horus, Father."

The Emperor neither stopped nor acknowledged him, but Sanguinius knew that he was listening.

"I have seen it all. I saw the Vengeful Spirit become an anchor for the power of the Four Gods to enter the material universe. I saw the reality of all Terra sinking into the Warp. I saw Roboute Guilliman and Lion El'Jonson outside. They are only nine hours' travel away from us."

"But they will never arrive. Those things have warped time and space. So long as Horus lives, this influence will never end."

"I saw my death. I will die beneath Horus's blade. Everything tells