"Lox, I saw it."
"I saw Horus gathering his forces at Ullanor. He defeated the coup Lorgar launched, and all the rebels were rushing toward Terra."
"This war would not last much longer."
On Ganymede, inside the headquarters building of the High Technology Consortium.
The Emperor was following Lox as they inspected the new creations born on this technological star. Ever since breaking free from the Golden Throne's restraints, he had wanted to see for himself the new things emerging within the Solar System.
The news that the Lord of Humanity was walking the world once more had already spread through the propaganda machine.
The hundreds of billions of defenders within the Solar System, including the Astartes Legions, mortal auxilia, and Mechanicus forces, all knew this incomparably inspiring news.
Even the arrival of reinforcements from the Five Hundred Worlds and the destruction of the Alpha Legion's flagship had not been one ten-thousandth as shocking as the Emperor's return.
The Emperor did not even need to give some wartime speech. The fear and uncertainty in every human heart had been swept clean away.
As long as the Emperor remained, things would never reach the point of no return. Because he was the Emperor—the one who had always created miracles.
"Oh? So they were finally coming?"
Lox was not wearing his custom-made power armor. He wore only a white robe signifying his status in the High Technology Consortium. After fighting for so many years, he still preferred being a researcher and tech-sage.
He liked creation, not destruction.
"Before, perhaps I would have been uneasy. But now that even you have been freed, we can at least face the rebels led by Horus without fear."
Lox smiled. He was a highly rational man, yet when he looked at the Emperor beside him, endless