Lox watched Guilliman's expression shift from delight to a worry tinged with fear.
"What, your long-awaited brother has arrived, and you're unhappy again?" he said.
"You've always gone on about wanting a brother to come help you take the throne as ruler of the Second Imperium."
The lord of the Ultramarines, only one step away from ascending the throne of the Second Imperium, was now lost in thought.
"This is not an emotion that can be simply divided into happiness or unhappiness, Lox. You understand my position. I absolutely cannot take that position myself: the warriors of the other Legions would not submit to me, and my sons would suspect my motives."
"The Emperor's throne is not power. It is a responsibility that even I fear."
Even Lox felt that Guilliman was acting strangely today. He seemed to have an unusual opinion of the Lion who was coming?
Within the data archives of the Great Ptolemy Library, Lox had read a great deal of information on the other Legions. Yet information on the First Legion, the founding Legion known as the Dark Angels, was exceedingly scarce.
The entire Legion, along with its primarch, was shrouded in a dark veil of mystery.
"I am glad that a powerful brother has appeared to share this suffocating pressure with me. But if I could choose, I would rather it had been Russ, my Wolf King brother." Struggle flashed across Guilliman's face.
"You do not know this brother of mine very well. That is also what makes the First Legion frightening: there is too much about them that nobody understands. They have always moved through secrets, and even we brother Legions know nothing of them."
"Until they truly make their position clear, I do not know why they have come."
Lox gradually grasped the