Bye-Bye, Baby Blue~

Magnus could do nothing about Lin En. All he could do was glare at him.

He had poured in enough psychic power to scour the surface of a planet, yet the mortal remained unscathed. His halo had grown bigger and brighter.

...Sometimes Magnus really hated how his father played favorites.

Magnus withdrew his hand.

He knew it was pointless, and he had no desire to embarrass himself further.

Lin En narrowed his eyes.

This was bad. He had a feeling the miracle Little Horse was about to give up on himself again.

Sure enough, when Little Horse's attack failed, he started taunting them.

He looked away from Lin En and swept his gaze across the Lamenters resting on the battlefield, pausing on each suit of yellow Power Armor.

"Lamenters," he said.

He bolstered his voice with psychic power, making it carry clearly to every ear on the battlefield.

"Scions of the Blood Angels. Blood of Sanguinius." Magnus was far from calm as he spoke those names.

His brother. The one with angel wings, radiant and forever the most beloved of all the Primarchs.

"Sanguinius was so loyal. Tell me, sons of Sanguinius, what has your loyalty earned you?"

More pain entered Magnus's voice. "I have seen fate. Before that power arrived, I was fortunate enough to glimpse its threads. I saw countless versions of the future, countless interwoven chains of cause and effect. Many of them involved you Lamenters. Do you want to know what your future holds?"

The Lamenters paid him no attention at all.

Magnus went on whether they listened or not. "The Inquisition considers you a ticking time bomb. In most threads of fate, your entire Chapter will be wiped out on a Penitent Crusade. Your supplies will be cut off, your retreat blocked, and your distress