Memories are like smoke, intertwining and making it hard to distinguish the truth.
The sacrificed one, however, witnessed the whole truth.
He volunteered for the sacrifice.
Guilliman's eyes reflected those tiny arks amidst the raging, stormy sea; that small and battered fleet array was as insignificant as a cluster of fishing boats beside a giant vessel.
Guilliman's lips curved upward.
Even though the other Guilliman had intentionally separated Ferrus Manus from the entire Chaos Empire and deliberately kept a distance, he could never have anticipated the current scene.
The cold-blooded monarch had arrived in person, solely to annihilate Ferrus—Guilliman knew full well the importance of Ferrus. Compared to the other primarchs, Ferrus touched closer to the foundations of the Imperium.
[Attack.]
Guilliman said softly, then watched with satisfaction as a flash of brilliance lit up his field of vision—countless torpedoes and lascannons surged out from beneath the hulls, illuminating the four corners of the void.
Fighter craft set sail, escort vessels swarmed out alongside heavy cruisers, ten thousand fireworks rose from the firepower-brimming battleships, and the engine's fiery roar raged across the galaxy. The number of warships under his command was enough to easily overwhelm Ferrus's fleet—
Guilliman never fought an unprepared battle; he possessed an entire empire, and that was the finest gift of his imperial authority.
And now... if Ferrus truly wished to win...
Guilliman blinked, watching with curiosity as Ferrus's fleet formation rapidly deployed. Possessing an iron will, the primarch condensed his fleet into a single fist within an extremely short time and space, the ships clustering together to wrap layer upon layer around the central flagship.
...leaving only one final choice, a tactic that could never fail in this galaxy.
Guilliman pondered, his hand resting upon the sword at his waist, watching that fist suddenly