Sanguinius, Sanguinius!!!

Walking along the boundary between haze and clarity, wandering between pools of blood and foul mist.

"Remember your mission."

The weary middle-aged man held his hand. Lupercal's pupils trembled; never had The Emperor in his eyes seemed so much like an ordinary mortal as he did now.

"Bring back Sanguinius's conscience. That is what you must do—and should do. I cannot lose both of you."

The Shepherd of the Luna Wolves, dressed only in simple clothes, staggered onward. Rusted, towering statues stood silently around him, then vanished back into the past with his every step.

Panting, panting.

The spiritual pressure here was immense. Horus could feel an indescribable fury, like a caged beast trapped within its own thoughts for ten thousand years, snorting as it tried to break free.

A faint white light shone through the Blood Mist.

!

Horus immediately began struggling toward it, but as if sensing his trail, the statues and the very heavens and earth pressed down upon him. Countless skeletal arms stretched from the blood filth past his knees, clutching at him, holding him back.

+Why did you betray us?!+

Ghostly wails erupted with a Psychic Power shockwave. Horus jolted, stumbled, lost his balance, and pitched forward face-first—

Brother, don't fall here.

A broad, warm hand suddenly seized him, its calluses thicker than steel plating.

The Lord of Will and Strength pulled up his brother, who had been forced into the Blood Angels' domain. Horus looked up in shock and saw a weathered yet tranquil face. Golden eyes outlined in scarlet stared at him—so familiar, yet so strange.

Ang... Angron?!

Horus cried out. He had never expected to encounter Angron here—

Following his usual style, The Emperor had not told him what he might encounter on this journey. He had merely gripped Horus's