"Truly moving..." The sight of Ferrus Manus reuniting with his sons made Fulgrim think of many things. He thought that once they reached Cadia, he would surely meet the Emperor's Children who had joined Abaddon's crusade, and Perturabo would meet the Iron Warriors as well.
"What will we do then? How will we face our sons..." Fulgrim's spirits sank. He felt that the Emperor's Children's fall had been entirely his fault.
Watching Fulgrim struggle, Perturabo ground his teeth and clicked his tongue irritably. This was also something that troubled him, but he had long since decided on a course of action.
"Those willing to return can return. Those unwilling will be destroyed." Perturabo's solution was much like the man himself—somewhat humane, but not much. "Didn't you want to rename the Emperor's Children the Eternal Sinners? Count me in when the time comes. You and I, brothers, will take the children we failed and go to the edge of the Milky Way, to the harshest and most difficult places, and rebuild everything we once destroyed."
Looking at Perturabo's earnest face, Fulgrim smiled. "All right. We'll do as you say and rebuild everything that was destroyed."
Listening to their conversation, Lin Fan thought of the state of the universe he had witnessed with the Observer, as well as the subjective creations the Silent King had discussed with him.
The Milky Way was vast, yet small. One day, it would inevitably be filled by ever-developing civilizations. When that time came, the struggle for living space would bring war once more, and with it another scene of civilization-wide extinction.
The boundaries of the Milky Way had to be expanded, but how? By creating a monochrome region with uncertain concepts and incomplete physical laws?
Lin Fan frowned. After thinking for a long while, he chose