During the grand era of the Great Crusade, Guilliman and his two remaining angelic brothers had rarely met. They fought on different battlefields, each wiping out the Imperium's enemies.
The lord of the Five Hundred Worlds rarely left his own territory. Stationed in the far east of the Imperium, he learned of events elsewhere mostly through reports.
Everyone knew that the Angel had been especially close to that Wolf Lord, Horus. As a result, the Blood Angels Legion had usually been more inclined to cooperate with the Luna Wolves.
As for Lion El'Jonson, lord of the mighty First Legion, he had always carried out the Emperor's orders in unknown and shadowed star regions. His achievements had been buried away, leaving the world only with a string of notices stating: information deleted.
But now, amid such turbulent times, all unfamiliarity and distance had vanished. For brothers to reunite was already the greatest fortune.
Guilliman and Sanguinius embraced one another, after which the latter turned to embrace Lion El'Jonson beside them.
"Your Legion seems to have suffered some misfortune, my brother. The last intelligence we received on the Blood Angels Legion came from the Signus system. You lost contact there, and only reestablished it with us today."
Sanguinius nodded and began to speak. Guilliman heard the deeply buried pain and sorrow in his voice, and his own mood darkened as well.
"On the primary world of the Signus system, we encountered a bloody battle and betrayal. Those enemies were beings beyond comprehension. Perhaps they could be called Warp daemons."
The Angel turned and pointed at his troops. This Blood Angels force was no longer numerous enough to be called a Legion, yet it was all that remained of the Blood Angels' strength.
Guilliman did not press further. Sanguinius had clearly stated his