Guilliman was the one clutching little Perturabo by the collar.
After dealing with the Ork Emperor, everyone temporarily breathed a sigh of relief and searched the empty Ork palace for any possible spoils.
Whether the Kork Orks had never restored those ancient technologies, or had already sent them away along with the Orks on the greenskin planet, Lox and the others found nothing.
They had not found any Ork technological relics, but they had stumbled upon an unexpected prize.
"Well, well, well. Isn't this my little brother Perturabo?"
"How long had it been since we last met? A century?"
"You're still so tiny. That's all right. Tiny you is adorable too."
Guilliman held Perturabo in the grip of just two fingers, never stopping his teasing.
"Guil! Li! Man!!"
Round-headed Perturabo shrieked furiously, but to Guilliman's ears, it sounded like a child throwing an energetic tantrum.
Perturabo scratched at the Macraggean's arm with his nails, but the hard armor did not yield in the slightest.
"Let me go!"
Guilliman merely stretched his hand forward a little. The little thing had a small body but a huge voice, and the noise was starting to hurt his ears.
Then his attention shifted to the other giant in golden armor. An indescribable joy surged over him, drowning every stray thought in his heart.
"Dorn! You're here too!"
"Emperor, you finally sent my most dependable brother back to me!"
Even the master of the Imperial Fists was somewhat bewildered.
Over the years, he and Perturabo had been swept along by turbulent currents of time. Sometimes they appeared on some remote world during the Great Crusade; at other times, they even arrived several millennia after it.
Though the temporal currents left them powerless, they had also allowed them to witness many cruel futures. The future of