Shattered Aeldari Crystal lay scattered across the floor. Guilliman shook off his daze and, meeting Iax's emotionless, pale blue artificial eyes, silently lowered the hand that had held the crystal.
"Tell the captain to set sail. We are returning to Holy Terra."
"Yes, Lord Guilliman."
At Guilliman's command, a veteran of his guard answered loudly, then saluted and left the Great Hall.
The heavy clang of Power Armour against the metal floor gradually faded into the distance.
"Hmph."
The two Adeptus Custodes, now able to move freely again, snorted at Guilliman before turning to leave as well.
They had to report this matter to Trajann Valoris immediately and make every necessary preparation.
Though a Primarch represented the Emperor's own will, that did not make a Primarch the Emperor.
Perhaps Guilliman was misinterpreting the Emperor's wishes.
They could not judge who was right or wrong in this matter, but whatever happened, they would not forget their duty. Protecting Terra and the Emperor himself was their responsibility.
Guilliman had no intention of stopping the Adeptus Custodes. He knew perfectly well what they were going to do.
These guardians within the gardens of the Imperial Palace were not what others imagined them to be.
Though they spent their years behind the towering palace walls on Terra, that did not mean they were poorly informed.
Guilliman had no doubt that the Inquisition's intelligence report already lay before the Captain-General of the Adeptus Custodes in the Gardens of Terra. Remembering the warning Trajann Valoris had given him after returning to Terra, he trusted that Trajann Valoris would make the right choice and not stand in his way.
Trajann Valoris had witnessed the combat capabilities of these Men of Iron. The Imperium as it stood had no means of dealing with these terrifying killing machines. Even