The door closed softly.
The room was as silent as winter.
So... what exactly was going on?
Magnus cautiously broke the silence in the room. The Crimson King did not know about the other timeline of fate; otherwise, she would have screamed—
Cursing Neos for not acting like a human.
Heh.
Mortarion let out a cold laugh, and the mist around him gradually thinned.
But the losers' struggles... they were destined for destruction.
So,
Sanguinius said gently, looking thoughtfully at Mortarion.
Will you tell the Underking what that Mortarion just said?
No.
Death said firmly, unable to stop the sneer at the corner of his mouth as he folded his arms.
I do not have a function for relaying nonsense.
Mortarion nodded to the Ultramarine guiding him. The primarch's politeness nearly made the Ultramarine stagger back in surprise.
The Space Marine hastily saluted, then departed.
Mortarion watched Guilliman's son leave... how rare. It was the first time he had seen such a gentle and humble Ultramarine.
The people here... truly lived happily under Guilliman's rule.
Mortarion thought indifferently. He could sense Guilliman's and Mortarion's Psychic Power monitoring him at all times. It did not matter. He had volunteered to stay aboard the Pride of Macragge precisely to ease their suspicions.
And over there... the Ultramarines over there could never have been as courteous as those here, Mortarion thought.
To stir up his sons' fighting spirit and ferocity while ensuring the Imperium's efficient operation, Roboute Guilliman had implemented a last-place elimination system within the Ultramarines during times of peace.
A literal last-place elimination system.
Once an Ultramarine had been trained by the legion sufficiently to take to the battlefield and enter the workplace, he began facing hell.
If an Ultramarine's monthly weekly-report summary and performance ranking placed him dead last,