"Oh? Did you really think the price Carlos and I offered you was the same? Why not take a closer look?"
Khayon hesitated for a moment, then shrugged indifferently. He cast his gaze over the surrounding space and soon noticed something strange.
Carlos had merely conjured the figures of the people Khayon cared about and promised that they would remain by his side.
Khayon did not like that kind of abrupt return to life. It was like personally burying an old dog that had kept you company for over ten years, only for it to crawl out of its grave one day, run to your doorstep, and start barking.
But what Tzeentch showed Khayon was different...
With a light curl of his finger, the scene to Khayon's left began to speak.
"The Thousand Sons never betrayed the Emperor! I beg you, my lord, please calm down! I will personally take you to our father and explain everything!"
Khayon, clad in red armor, knelt on one knee before Leman Russ. His armor was covered in scars, and his breathing came in ragged gasps. Leman Russ, standing before him, was sweating as well, his face showing both approval and surprise.
The Wolf King pointed the tip of his axe at Khayon. "You've got some skill, boy. Take me to see that little bastard Magnus who made the mistake."
Under Khayon's guidance, Leman Russ met with Magnus. After speaking, they realized that Horus had altered the Emperor's orders.
Prospero was not bombarded. It remained a cultural treasury shining with the light of knowledge...
"This... this..." Khayon was so shocked by the scene that he did not know what to say. Its plot was riddled with holes, practically the sort of story only a child could make up.
How had he stopped the enraged