After following rumors across several planets, Dante finally met the giant hidden beneath dark robes.
The other man challenged him furiously the instant they met.
"Who are you? How dare you wear my brother's face!"
Facing the enraged giant, Dante removed his mask. His aged face and long white hair still bore a faint resemblance to Sanguinius.
Dante felt a surge of delight at the challenge.
"Though you look a little older than I imagined, the fact that you recognized my Gene-Father's face without even thinking speaks volumes. Besides, I've met another Primarch before. I know what it feels like to stand before one."
After enduring so much doubt, Lion El'Jonson received his first acknowledgment in this era. His own sons had remained wary in his presence, their gazes filled with distrust and suspicion.
Yet Dante's words also made Lion El'Jonson realize that he was not alone in the galaxy.
He asked about the other Primarch.
Dante told him about Guilliman and the Primaris Warriors during the Battle of Baal.
Hearing that another of his brothers had returned before him and already begun correcting the course of the vessel called the Imperium filled Lion El'Jonson with excitement.
He seemed to have found a reason to fight for the Imperium once more.
When the Glory of Fire arrived in Imperium Nihilus again, Iax was crouched in the ship's armory, studying his new equipment.
The three Armed Sentinels and the Necron materials he had brought back were still aboard Cawl's Craftworld. With nothing on hand, Iax carefully read through the contents of the Aeldari Crystal Guilliman had given him and grew thoroughly exasperated.
What the Aeldari had provided was indeed historical material, but not the kind he wanted. The information was useless to Iax, and the distinctly Aeldari records were riddled with