"Sometimes, fate is just that wondrous, isn't it?"
"During the Horus Heresy, Guilliman, Lion, Sanguinius, and I did everything we could to lead our legions through the rebels' blockade and rush to Terra's aid."
"The Ruinstorm unleashed by Lorgar had almost completely cut off Warp travel, making a journey across tens of thousands of light-years nothing more than a fantasy."
"And now the situation had reversed. It was our turn to spare no effort in reinforcing the Ultima Segmentum, crushing and wiping out the Greenskin Orks pouring out of the Ghoul Stars."
Lox sat upright upon the iron throne on the bridge of the Red Alert, staring at the ever-shifting tides of the Warp beyond the warship's viewing port as he sank into memory.
Trazyn stood nearby, leisurely whistling.
"Times had changed. That war was a battle for the survival of countless humans.
"This war, in the eyes of many humans, might only be an extermination campaign against a newly risen Ork empire."
A peculiar gleam flickered in Trazyn's eyes. He understood all too well how young empires on the rise, such as humanity's, thought.
Whether it had been the ancient Necrontyr Empire, the later Aeldari Empire, or the current Imperium of Man.
Whenever an empire was in its ascendant phase, its members always regarded other enemies with contemptuous arrogance.
"Yes, that is the truth." Lox did not deny it. In fact, this was precisely what worried him.
"When pride and confidence swelled beyond their proper bounds, they turned into arrogance and conceit."
"Guilliman could warn the Imperium's legions a thousand times to remain cautious, but until they suffered a truly devastating loss, they would never truly understand."
Trazyn spread his hands helplessly, indicating that there was nothing he could do either.
"I have already contacted my Phaeron on behalf