"What's wrong with you, Sanguinius?"
After hesitating for a few seconds, Lox finally gathered his courage and asked the Angel before him, who was becoming less and less human.
From the moment he entered, everything here had been utterly bizarre. First, he watched Sanguinius die again and again at Horus's hands, only for Sanguinius, after countless deaths, to suddenly break through and defeat his enemy.
Lox thought the whole thing was absurd, yet it had truly happened.
He saw a ray of light from the Warp merge into Sanguinius. Though that light looked incomparably sacred and dazzling, making one feel as though they had returned to the warmth of their mother's embrace.
That still did not change where it had come from.
Lox believed only one thing—there were no good people in the Warp. If a white lotus suddenly bloomed in the greatest cesspit in the universe, he would rather believe that the Emperor's true form was a socially anxious, big-breasted older sister with a baby face.
"I'm fine, Lox. Better than ever," Sanguinius said. His voice was even more melodious than before, yet to Lox, it seemed to have lost a trace of humanity.
The Sanguinius from before had not been like this. Though Lox had not known him for long, the Angel's sorrow and pain had been impossible to conceal.
Anyone who wept for his own descendants and cried over those who had tragically died to Warp Chaos corruption was, no matter how detached he appeared, someone Lox believed to be flesh and blood.
But what about now? The man standing before Lox and Curze was bloodless and tearless, overflowing with a radiant grandeur called holiness. Lox could not even sense the familiar Angel anymore.
"Come with me. Davin is settled. Join Guilliman and the Lion. I will