"My angelic brother, had your visions of the future revealed anything new?"
At the center of the bridge aboard the Sky Eagle, Jaghatai Khan stood before the command dais's holographic display, communicating remotely with Sanguinius and Lion El'Jonson.
Since the three of them were currently stationed in different systems across the Beta-Garmon Cluster, the primarchs held regular meetings at intervals to discuss the situation and make decisions.
In the holographic projection, Sanguinius's impossibly handsome face showed a trace of helpless apology. He gently shook his head, indicating that he had found nothing.
"Jaghatai, my gift of prophecy is not as precise and tangible as Curze's. In truth, you could regard it as an elusive flash of inspiration."
"Only on rare occasions can I glimpse useful information from the future. And for some reason, ever since returning from Macragge to Terra, the accuracy of my visions has been declining sharply."
When Sanguinius apologized with such evident remorse, no one could remain unmoved—not even the aloof Jaghatai Khan.
He could still restrain himself and reassure Sanguinius that it did not matter, but the Blood Angels guarding their gene-father could no longer contain their impatience and unease.
"There is no need to blame yourself, brother. The future is changing. That is a good thing," Jaghatai said with a smile.
"If everything were predetermined, what meaning would our actions and efforts have? We are not mere words written in the book of fate. It is precisely because the future has never been fixed that we must forge ahead bravely."
As the Lion listened to his brothers' conversation, his attention remained fixed on the star map. Horus had still not revealed himself, and that was not a good omen.
During this time, Lion had constantly simulated a war against Horus within his mind. His superhuman