Let Old Ignis Sleep in Peace

Dante, receiving the call: "..."

He stood on his bridge, still gripping the Bīgong Spear.

He had been in space with Lord Lin En just moments ago, when the man had suddenly vanished before his eyes.

Emperor above.

If he had sinned, let him face Greenskins, Tyranids, Necrons, and daemons.

Not this: failing to protect the Emperor's envoy, who had just helped them win the Defense of Baal, and letting the Necrons take him right before his eyes.

He had rushed back to the Blood Angels' bridge, ready to fight those Necrons to the death.

But before he could even get his footing on the deck, a communications officer ran over to report a message from Lord Lin En's fleet.

His hands shook as he answered, afraid they would ask what had happened to Lord Lin En.

Instead, they told him not to worry. Lord Lin En had already returned to the fleet.

"..." Dante closed his eyes.

Lin En: "Haha."

Dante's temples throbbed. He knew it was wrong, but right now, he really wanted Lord Lin En to swallow that laugh.

Phoros stood beside Lin En's bed, looking from Lin En to Lord Dante, who looked ready to faint on the screen.

Only after Lin En finished laughing did he ask, "My lord, what exactly happened?"

Lin En explained:

"I wasn't lying here the whole time after I fell asleep. My soul was pulled out and drawn into an illusion."

"Chapter Master Dante entered that damned illusion with the Bīgong Spear and helped me break it. My soul came back, but Chapter Master Dante was still out there, so..."

Haha.

Seeing him suddenly disappear must have scared Dante half to death, at the very least.

Dante: "..."

I'm exhausted. I want to resign.

At his age, he still had