"You deceived my sons."
The Emperor's voice rang out among the stars. His gaze pierced the blue light, pierced Magnus's face, pierced the essence of Chaos concealed behind the veil, and fell directly upon the being controlling Magnus.
"False God! You killed my brothers!"
Lorgar's voice followed close behind. Golden flames burned in his eyes, reflecting the figures of those who had died in this rebellion.
The Word Bearers who had fallen on Prospero, the Space Wolves slain by the Thousand Sons, and those who would perish in the wars to come.
At that moment, the golden patterns on his blade grew brighter, more dazzling.
The Emperor and Lorgar spoke almost simultaneously, then intensified the power in their hands.
The golden light instantly grew several times stronger, forcing the surrounding blue radiance back several paces.
The Emperor's power surged through Lorgar's body and merged with his own, forming a golden barrier across the stars that forcibly held back Magnus, Tzeentch, and the blue energy rushing toward them like a tide.
"F... Father... Father... I..."
Magnus's voice emerged from the blue sphere of light, faltering and broken.
His face appeared on the sphere's surface, and its expression changed.
Its former frenzy and ferocity gave way to a dazed mixture of confusion and fear.
He saw himself suspended among the stars.
He saw himself fighting his brother, the brother he had once fought beside, the brother he had once shared drinks and laughter with in the Emperor's Court, the brother he had once regarded as a confidant and dear friend.
He saw himself fighting his father, the father who had given him life and purpose, the father he had once sworn to serve and follow, the father he had always loved and revered deep in his heart.
"I... What have... What have