Lox looked at the first Warmaster with undisguised curiosity, at the man who had once stood at the Emperor's side.
Though Oll Persson appeared utterly ordinary, the occasional glint in his eyes could still make one's heart tremble.
It was the calm detachment that had settled after experiencing far too much.
Theoretically speaking, this man had lived through every major event in human history and survived the Iron Men rebellion at the end of humanity's dark technological age. He was a truly ruthless old monster.
Oll Persson had a crude hand-rolled cigarette between his lips, puffing away beside Ganymede's cutting-edge laboratory.
He watched the busy researchers behind the transparent glass with great interest, muttering something under his breath.
Lox noticed that this man truly did not give a damn about the Emperor. He simply smoked his cigarette as he pleased, looking utterly carefree amid the curling smoke.
Even when the Lord of Humanity fixed him with a burning gaze, he could not be bothered to so much as raise an eyelid.
This was Lox's first time seeing someone completely immune to the Emperor's charisma. After all, that bastard Neoth was practically a human succubus. Once he spoke to someone for a few words, even a figure like Malcador would willingly devote himself to him.
"I have been looking for you for a long time, my friend, ever since we went our separate ways," the Emperor said first after several seconds of silence.
"Don't look for me. You know I am tired of these endless wars. From ancient times to today, humanity has always been fighting—fighting beasts for food, fighting nature for survival, fighting the xenos of the cosmos for living space."
"I have seen too much. I am tired of it."
"I only wanted to find a place on Calth