The darkness in the sky receded like a tide. The twisted giant face and raging energy storm vanished without a trace, leaving only a ravaged, shattered atmosphere and people on the ground still reeling in terror.
Sunlight fell once more, yet it could not dispel the chill and shock lingering in everyone's hearts.
Horus slowly descended from the heights. The radiant energy wings behind her gradually folded away and vanished, while the magnificent armor on her body—a fusion of Hilling technology and the power of Destruction—flowed off like water, restoring her original appearance.
Her expression remained unchanged, though her breathing was slightly unsteady. The cost of that godslaying strike had still been more than she could comfortably bear.
She landed steadily before Neos and bowed slightly. "Father, I succeeded."
Neos looked at the "daughter" before him, whose aura had already undergone a qualitative transformation, and an undisguised smile of satisfaction appeared on his face.
He reached out and gently patted Horus on the shoulder, the gesture full of approval and praise. "Well done, Horus. You found your own path and successfully walked it."
At her father's affirmation, a trace of pride flashed through Horus's eyes. She straightened her back, swept her gaze over her brothers nearby, and curled her lips into an amused smile.
"Then, Lion," she said clearly and forcefully, still carrying the lingering might of her successful godslaying, "weren't you going to test yourselves against us? Pick a time. The three of us"—she pointed at herself, then gestured toward Sanguinius and Angron beside her—"will fight all of you."
This was her response to Guilliman and the others showing off their strength before her after completing their new enhancements.
Lion snorted coldly. He had always been fierce by nature and could not stand being provoked.
Although Horus's displayed power