With Pharos's aid, Lox could move from the medical chamber outside Macragge to Guilliman's office with a single thought.
But he still chose to enter the inner court of the primarch's palace and grabbed a Victrix Guard to knock on the door for him.
After all, he couldn't be the only unlucky one. As for the Victrix Guard warrior who had done nothing and was dragged into sharing the burden, Lox could only apologize inwardly.
Guilliman's office door had already been replaced. At the very least, the method the Alpha assassin had once used to seal the door could no longer be repeated.
Knock, knock, knock.
The primarch's heavy door was struck.
"Come in."
Guilliman was somewhat puzzled. According to his schedule, he should not have had any visitors at this hour.
When he saw Lox and a Victrix Guard at the door, the primarch's great heart contracted sharply for a fleeting instant.
The ominous premonition troubling Guilliman continued to grow at that moment, even before Lox said a word.
Lox watched Guilliman's expression stiffen almost completely before he forcibly relaxed. A strained smile hung on his face, but compared to his usual sincere smile, it now seemed somewhat false.
"Well? Did you reach a conclusion so quickly?"
The primarch set down the documents awaiting his approval and placed both hands neatly on the solid wooden desk. He looked prepared, but beneath his power gloves, his fingers had already begun to tense unconsciously.
Perhaps he had already guessed the truth through his multitasking mind, but he still hoped to hear good news from Lox.
Lox gave a light cough and cleared his throat. He wanted to convey the news to Guilliman as seriously as possible.
"It's like this. I have good news and bad news to tell you. No matter