Fair, Just, Reasonable

Macragge's afternoon sunlight was gentle, filtering softly in and casting a brilliant rainbow across the blanket.

Such beautiful colors, just like Throne Liberation.

After laughing, Lin En fell quiet again for a while.

[What are you thinking about?] the system asked.

Lin En admitted it openly. "A lot of things. Baal, the Tyranids, Sister and Iron Hammer, Tyrennius, and that Lord of Change... It got away, didn't it?"

[Guilliman fought the Lord of Change and injured it, but after repelling Guilliman with a psychic attack, the Lord of Change escaped through a Warp rift. Due to his own psychic limitations, Guilliman was unable to pursue psychic targets.]

It was kind of funny. The God of War had elbowed himself and turned himself into a psychic muggle.

People always used Sons of War to tease the Ultramarines, not just because the Ultramarines had been called Sons of War before their renaming, but because war itself was used as a stand-in for Guilliman.

Guilliman's Warp essence was an enormous, ceaseless blue storm, representing eternal war.

But Lady Euten had sewn a dignified human skin around that never-ending storm.

Ten thousand years later, the Warp God of War clung desperately to the relic his mother had left behind and claimed he was human.

The Imperium's future was utterly dark, yet he could still say that hope remained and throw himself into a desk piled high with administrative documents, forcing himself to endure.

His mother was more important than anything, even if she kept him from becoming that invincible Dark King.

Lin En actually admired Guilliman quite a lot. He did not think Guilliman was weak. Shaking his head, he said, "It's fine. There'll be another chance."

Sooner or later, they would shove him toward Tzeentch.

Once the Regent's poison had been cured, they