The Chaos curse that had left every primarch helpless and every Biologis and Apothecary at a loss dissipated easily before a single sacred psychic power bestowed by the Emperor.
Everyone present fell silent.
Lion El'Jonson looked solemn and grave, as though the word loyalty had been carved into his flesh and blood; Sanguinius had drawn his wings tightly around himself, revealing little expression; as for Jaghatai Khan, his face plainly said, "Just as I thought."
The Chogorian's former dissatisfaction with the Emperor and his own unruliness had almost completely vanished. Having witnessed how utterly deranged the Warp behind Horus was, he felt only fortunate that humanity had the Emperor.
Without the Emperor, what a dark future that would have been.
The Emperor was indeed an out-and-out tyrant and bastard, but at least he was still human. Horus was fucking inhuman by now.
As for the Emperor stubbornly insisting that he was not a god... well, let him have it.
Jaghatai felt that he had been somewhat harsh and prejudiced toward the Emperor in the past. The Emperor had done this much already; what more could anyone ask of him?
Everyone had some habit they could not let go of. Lion constantly spoke of loyalty, but Jaghatai caught the scent of little secrets from him, Sanguinius, and that Macragge brother who had yet to arrive. They definitely had something they were hiding from him.
Surely those three were not bold enough to establish some kind of "Second Imperium" or something? No, impossible. Absolutely impossible.
Jaghatai shook his head, casting the absurd thought from his mind.
It was not right for him to doubt his brothers' loyalty like this.
As for Sanguinius, Jaghatai admitted that his angelic brother was exceedingly perfect, but he was not without flaws. Beneath that warm exterior lay