I hoped everyone could pull themselves together.
The belated Guilliman finally entered. Faint lines had formed beneath his eyes from days of toil, and the primarchs receiving armor waxing in the lounge all turned to look at him.
Guilliman, the one who had agreed to cooperate with another Imperium.
Guilliman nodded to the servant offering him tea, declined everyone's goodwill, composed himself, and looked around at the primarchs present.
Mortarion, Sanguinius, Magnus, Vulkan, Corax, and Konrad. Good. With Guilliman, that made seven.
Ferrus would not be coming. He was in another war zone, handling the current battle situation with Hades—allowing these primarchs to gather here and confront the provocation and malice from another world.
"I believe all of you already know that the other timeline of fate is completely different from ours—"
"From what we know, most of the primarchs on the other side have already fallen onto the path of Chaos. By accepting and merging with the power of Chaos, they have completed their ascension."
"Therefore, I assume they all bear absolute malice. Please be careful, my friends. This will be a confrontation without blood or fire. We must win this round. It concerns the future cooperation between the two Imperiums and..."
Guilliman's voice lowered, and Mortarion aptly added,
"Betrayal."
"Yes, betrayal."
Guilliman nodded.
"According to intelligence from The Emperor, only one of the two worlds can exist. The winners must be us."
He looked at his brothers. Guilliman saw Sanguinius nod gravely; Vulkan appeared somewhat uneasy; Magnus seemed to understand; Angron gave Guilliman a sweat-drenched smile; Corax remained silent; Konrad sneered.
Mortarion did not move at all.
Mortarion remained motionless. He stared at Guilliman, waiting for Guilliman's next command.
Guilliman stood before them in all his majesty, while Lorgar stood cautiously behind Guilliman as his puppet.
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