The Awakened Primarchs

A stasis field could distort the flow of time for matter within its range, slowing it down or even freezing time altogether.

Viewed from outside, anything within a stasis field was infinitely close to being frozen.

Yet now, before Lox's eyes, two illusory figures emerged within the stasis field that should have remained eternally unchanged.

The two figures were as insubstantial as candle flames in the wind, liable to dissipate again at any moment. Yet Lox, Sevatar, and the others immediately cried out in delighted surprise.

"Sanguinius! Curze!"

"Father!"

Lox and Sevatar were still somewhat composed, but Azkaellon and his Sanguinary Guard had completely lost control of their emotions.

These sons of the Angel, normally stern and meticulous, their brows forever shadowed by lingering sorrow, had utterly lost their former cold demeanor.

Grief-stricken tears burst from their eyes, faintly tinged with blood. Azkaellon dropped to one knee.

Yet he still forced himself to use reason to restrain the other Blood Angels, stopping them from rushing toward their father's body.

The incomparably majestic Blood Angels now seemed like a group of children, helplessly and miserably prostrating themselves on the ground, studying that illusory figure with every ounce of their concentration.

Sevatar wanted to mock them, but he was hardly any better.

The Night Lords brought by the Prince of Crows were all utterly loyal to their primarch, men who would not hesitate to die for him.

Even when Curze had been driven mad by the torment of prophecy, they had never abandoned him and had remained unwaveringly loyal at the Night Haunter's side.

Later, just when Curze had finally become normal under Lox's guidance, before they could rejoice for long, Curze fell on the battlefield aboard the Vengeful Spirit.

If one had never seen the light, one could still endure the