"I had always regretted missing that brutal war between the Imperium and the Ghoul Stars Ork Empire."
"At the time, Chaghatai, Russ, and I were tied down in the Webway. Only Guilliman and Vulkan bore the pressure of fighting the Orks. Fortunately, Luther, you led the Legion into that war as well."
"After I returned to the Imperium, I could only imagine the danger of that time through archived texts, images, recordings, and the accounts of those who had experienced the war firsthand, trying to make up for my regret."
"And my greatest regret, naturally, was that I could not fight side by side with my Legion, my sons, and you."
On the command platform of the battle planet New Caliban, Lion El'Jonson stood in dark gold power armor, radiating chilling killing intent as he watched the holographic projection before him, where countless points of light shifted and flickered.
The larger points of light represented the human worlds surrounding the Eye of Terror, while the smaller ones represented Imperial Navy fleets and several colossal space-fortress strongholds.
An unimaginably vast quantity of data flowed into Lion's mind, yet the Primarch could still spare part of his attention to converse with Luther at his side.
Lion seemed not to need to think at all. With only a casual glance, the optimal answer to those complex strategic deployments naturally formed in his mind.
More than a dozen Dark Angels Inner Circle veterans stood nearby, recording the Lion's orders. Among them were several Stone Men and mortal commanders.
They had earned an audience with the Lion through their own abilities, and Lion had given them the opportunity to put those abilities to use.
"The old you would never have said such things, Lion."
"But I prefer the you of today, because you have finally