Magnus was like a dead man now. Even as Leman Russ gradually increased his strength, Magnus showed no reaction. Colorless tears merely slipped from the corners of his eyes.
The last veil he had used to cover his wounded pride had been his love for his sons. But now, it seemed that he loved neither The Emperor nor his sons.
The only thing Magnus truly loved was his pride. He was the finest among the Primarchs. He would not make mistakes. He would only look down arrogantly upon his beastlike brothers as they fought over the scraps The Emperor deigned to give them.
I would not make mistakes... but the mistake I made was the greatest of all... Every suffering humanity has endured must be laid upon me.
Magnus closed his eyes in despair. His body, floating in the Warp, slowed more and more. That enormous form, large enough for many people to stand upon, began shrinking ring by ring.
Lin Fan placed his hand over Leman Russ's and shook his head, telling him not to strangle Magnus to death here.
Leman Russ gritted his teeth and took several deep, ragged breaths. Then, sweeping Magnus's face with a look of disgust and disappointment, he said, "Go repent before Father." He released him, found a place to cover his face, and grieved alone. After hearing so many secrets, Diego also sighed and stood guard beside Leman Russ with his sword braced against the ground.
Magnus's contraction was ultimately stopped by Isha. She used the power of life to protect Magnus's soul. Thick despair was pulling Magnus's soul apart, and binding it together was no easy task.
Lin Fan looked at Magnus, then at Lorgar. It was not a common sight to see two Primarchs break down at once, but he was