Lox followed in Sanguinius's footsteps and boarded the warship anchored in lunar orbit.
The Angel seemed preoccupied, and some matters were inconvenient to discuss openly in the crowded environment they had just left.
Lion El'Jonson watched his brother, waiting for his second Emperor to voice his opinion.
Uslan bowed slightly, intending to take his leave first. What lay before him seemed to be a discussion among several of the Second Imperium's most powerful figures; it would be best if he were not present.
However, Sanguinius stopped Uslan. What came next had no small connection to this Eldar seer.
"Should we call Guilliman as well? He's still handling government affairs on Macragge." Lox looked around and realized that the master of the Five Hundred Worlds was not here.
The Regent, the Lord Protector, and the Deputy Governor had all arrived. There was no reason to deliberately exclude Guilliman from the meeting.
Moreover, this was Guilliman's Five Hundred Worlds. Though he had relinquished his position as uncrowned king, everyone understood that Guilliman was truly the one leading the Second Imperium.
"I've already informed him. He's on his way," Sanguinius said.
His enormous wings spread behind him, glimmering like gold beneath the starlight.
"That Greater Daemon was telling the truth. The source and anchor of the Ruinstorm are connected to Horus's fall."
The Angel's voice was filled with sorrow, as though it wept blood. His towering body trembled slightly, and even the luster of his feathers had dimmed considerably.
"Horus was my brother. We were inseparable during the Great Crusade. I have no intention of excusing him; his actions have brought unbearable pain to the Imperium and humanity. But Horus was loyal. He had long since died amid conspiracy and betrayal."
"Davin."
Lox controlled the cogitator here, and a dazzling star map immediately