Although engrossed in the detailed history of the Alliance's development, Guilliman was a Primarch. It still took him only a few seconds to finish everything he wanted to read.
Then a sense of relief welled up within him.
"Hasn't everything already been solved?"
Advanced technology, staggering construction capabilities, universal super-gene enhancement, countless fleets...
The Maelstrom Alliance was practically a vastly upgraded version of the Imperium of Man operating at full strength!
Guilliman did not know what the Necrons had been like at their peak, how powerful the Four Dark Gods of the Warp were, or how vast the Great Devourer beyond the Milky Way Galaxy truly was.
So, from his perspective, the Alliance had already fulfilled nearly every aspiration of the Imperium of Man. Even its social system could be called a utopia!
He left the communications network and looked at Odinson. "Thank you for the Alliance's help. What does the Lord of the Alliance want me to do?"
Guilliman was no stubborn, battle-crazed lunatic. Faced with an Alliance capable of taking over the entire Imperium of Man, he was willing to swallow his pride and seek cooperation, provided its demands were not too excessive.
Odinson replied, "I'm only responsible for waking you up. You'll have to speak with the Chapter Master yourself about what he wants."
Then he shrugged. "Though I doubt it'll be anything major. Apart from lacking a legitimate title to rule, the Alliance is already effectively running the Imperium."
Guilliman nodded, unsurprised. "I understand. Could you give me a few days to speak with my sons?"
"Of course."
Once their conversation ended, the documentary film crew beside them stopped recording as well, and the group walked out of the Primarch Sanctuary.
The moment he stepped outside, Guilliman saw a sky full of stars whose light had