The Thunderhawk gunship was descending at high speed. The planet Davin below them looked utterly lifeless, bearing the silent appearance of a civilization long extinguished.
Lox's usually reliable premonition was crackling with unease. He would rather Davin had been crawling with Greenskin Orks, enough to fill mountains and seas, or even another plague planet or slaughter planet like the ones before.
At least then they would know who the enemy was, rather than, as now, having the primarch brothers already beginning to turn against one another before they had even seen their foe.
"I don't know how Lion realized something was wrong with his state of mind, but it must have been a very dangerous moment."
Lox said, "We had always believed that, as the Emperor's trump card, Lion had carried out countless dark missions, and that his mind and will could remain unbreakable forever."
"To us, Lion could issue Exterminatus orders again and again without hesitation or psychological burden. But apparently, that was not the case. Lion had his own mental pressures. He had merely buried everything inside and pretended to be cold and heartless."
As he spoke, he saw Guilliman before him suddenly look guilty, and he immediately grew wary.
"Roboute, when Lion intended to bomb us to death with Exterminatus, you weren't hatching some scheme of your own too, were you?"
Lox had seen more than once how Lion and Guilliman, those ill-fated brothers, remained wary of each other while doing exactly the same things.
And Lox's suspicion had clearly displeased Guilliman.
"My friend, you suspect me just as you suspect Lion?" Guilliman rose to his feet. Standing upright, his head nearly touched the top of the Thunderhawk.
"I would never, like Lion, harbor murderous intent toward a loyal brother. You know that. I am not that