Guilliman looked at the documents before him and sighed.
He covered his forehead, growing listless, then sighed again.
Finally, Guilliman sighed yet again.
He no longer wanted to work. The ruler of the Imperium simply set down his pen, calmly raised his head, and seemed to look through layers of defenses and doors.
Come in, my...
Guilliman emphasized the final word.
Brother.
The door creaked open. Guilliman stared rather speechlessly at his visitor, while the visitor put on an awkward smile.
Guilliman, long time no see.
Horus, dressed casually, said as he instinctively tried to give Guilliman a hug, even though his memories of Guilliman remained fixed on that ambitious Guilliman from ten thousand years ago.
But the Primarch's gesture was interrupted by the enormous desk between them and the documents spread all across it—there was already a sadly thick barrier between them.
In the end, Guilliman broke the awkwardness. He rose heavily, rubbed the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath, and walked several steps forward to meet Horus.
He gave Horus a brief, exhausted hug, filled with the air of an overworked beast of burden.
Then Guilliman immediately released him and looked at Horus.
I had a feeling you would return... Neos's workload always ends up with mistakes, but I've been too busy to review it myself.
The corner of Horus's mouth twitched. Upon returning, he found himself completely unable to keep up with the topics his brothers discussed.
It was not just the Emperor's abdication, but other, even more complicated matters. Sanguinius had become so weary and unfamiliar, while Konrad had descended into the madness of making excuses, and Mortarion had become... more casual?
Well, but the greatest issue was still the Emperor's abdication.
The Emperor had abdicated.
The new Emperor was Roboute Guilliman, standing before