Psychic Power and Reborn

"Tzeentch really was a curse..."

Hades muttered under his breath, shrinking his presence as much as possible so as not to interrupt the touching father-son reunion on the other side of the hall.

Compared to the Thousand Sons member who had obsessed over Psychic Power ten thousand years ago, Ahriman was now cautious enough—otherwise, he would not have survived for ten thousand years.

But only Ahriman himself knew how much he had endured over those ten thousand years, and what exactly he had experienced.

Struggling on for ten thousand years under the belief that his Primarch had betrayed him...

Thinking about it that way, The Emperor, who had not told the old Thousand Son the truth, was quite an asshole too.

But if The Emperor had told Ahriman of Magnus's glory and loyalty... could the Thousand Sons have withstood the temptation and corruption of the traitor Primarchs?

Hard to say.

Hades decided to put the subject aside. Since he was already here, and since they already had a fragment of loyalty, there was no point in other hypotheticals. They only needed to guard against Tzeentch in the future.

Yet The Emperor had also said that he did not need to worry about Tzeentch for the time being...

In the Warp, the Emperor had probably paid the Lord of Change a visit recently.

Hades pondered this. By now, The Emperor must have several loyal Primarch souls in his grasp. It only remained to be seen how he would use them.

Perhaps they were sleeping, perhaps they were playing games of wits with Malcador, or perhaps, like Mortarion, they had simply gone to attack Chaos.

"This is Reborn."

The Emperor opened his eyes and calmly looked toward the Reborn installation in the distance beneath the palace.

Within his burning golden