"I wonder how Guilliman's mission is going."
"Even if they're only dealing with a minor Cabal, I'm still worried Guilliman might act impulsively."
Most of the people in the conference hall had already left, leaving only Lox and the Emperor behind.
With no outsiders present, Lox immediately felt much more relaxed.
Neoth seemed to have temporarily stepped out of his role as the "Emperor" as well, and some of the severity faded from his face.
Repairing the Eye of Terror, even restarting the Warhammer universe, was undoubtedly an undertaking of immense importance—one with implications even more far-reaching than the Unification Wars of old.
"Don't worry. Guilliman's side has already resolved the matter."
"They destroyed the Cabal and captured most of its members, along with the hive ship that had been drifting through the galaxy."
"The Cabal has basically been uprooted. Even if some remnants remain, they won't be able to cause much trouble."
Neoth somehow produced a bottle of wine and slowly poured it into two glasses.
The rich wine swirled within the crystal-clear glasses, releasing an intoxicating fragrance steeped in the weight and distance of history.
Lox unceremoniously took a glass, raised it to his nose, and savored its scent before finally taking a sip.
"To have the Emperor pour me wine—there probably aren't many in the entire galaxy who receive such treatment."
"This wine isn't some stock from ancient Terra, is it? Wine may grow richer with age, but that doesn't mean it's still drinkable after tens of thousands of years."
Lox teased him. He liked seeing Neoth like this, so full of human warmth, like the fellow disciple he remembered.
The lofty Emperor was radiant and magnificent, but like the sun hanging in the sky, getting too close would burn all existence to ash.
Since they were