When the stubbornly resisting Magnus was finally bound and imprisoned, the knot of anxiety in Lox's heart at last eased.
After a long stretch of time and the combined efforts of several primarchs, they had finally captured the bastard who had utterly ruined the Webway Project.
The primarchs gripped the anti-psychic chains binding him tightly. They were artifacts forged from arcane alloy by the Lord of Drakes, possessing not only indestructible physical properties but also tremendous suppressive power against the supernatural force of psychic energy.
"Our plan was full of uncertainties. A mistake in any single step could have allowed Magnus to escape, and once he got away, we would never have another chance to catch him."
"As long as he hid in the Warp, protected and empowered by Tzeentch, he could at the very least flee back to the Sea of Souls."
Lox spoke with lingering fear. The plan had been born from a flash of inspiration during his conversation with Konrad Curze, and it was also the means he had devised for the Night Haunter to atone for his sins.
Having personally betrayed Magnus, the Night Haunter followed behind his brothers, silently wandering like a lonely ghostly silhouette.
Lox could sense the profound dejection emanating from him. Even though he had completed the plan, the other primarch brothers still harbored reservations toward him.
Betrayal was a wound. Even once healed, it would still leave a scar.
The brand of traitor had been seared upon him. It might fade, but it could never be erased.
"But we succeeded, didn't we?" Malcador, on the other hand, wore a smile.
"At least I won't have to sit on that Golden Throne."
An almost imperceptible bitterness mingled with his smile. Only he and the Emperor knew that if the war worsened to