"Oh... my..." Trazyn watched the "ridiculous" yet "heartwarming" scene before him, the green light in his electronic eyes flickering like a disco ball.
"A fully armed Horus, looking like some demonic god... was clumsily... soothing a crying baby Fulgrim?"
"This... this... what an extraordinary...!!"
Trazyn felt as though his processors were about to burn out from the sheer "information overload" and "artistic impact."
"Enough!"
Horus finally reached the end of his patience.
He snapped open his helmet's faceplate, revealing the handsome yet exasperated face of Horus Lupercal.
"Take a good look! It's me! Liu... ahem, it's me!"
Baby Fulgrim's crying stopped dead.
He looked at the familiar face before him, then at the familiar armor.
His brilliant Primarch brain crashed.
"Gah?"
This Horus... was wearing the traitor's armor... but... his eyes... weren't crazed?
"There, there." Horus sighed in relief as Fulgrim finally quieted down. Holding the little terror, he turned to Trazyn.
"Now, may we go inside? My esteemed... 'curator'?" He placed particular emphasis on the word "curator."
"Of course! Of course! Please!" Trazyn snapped out of his daze and hastily gestured for him to enter.
With a thoroughly bewildered Fulgrim in his arms, Horus strode into the enormous crystal display case.
He stood before the "Isstvan V" backdrop.
"Here's to a fruitful partnership, then." Horus gave Trazyn a knowing smile through the display case.
"To a fruitful partnership! My dear... crown jewel!" Trazyn returned a thoroughly satisfied smile.
He waved his staff.
"Humm-"
The crystal display case's door closed soundlessly.
Then an invisible force, imbued with "order" and "stillness," instantly filled the entire case.
The temporal stasis field activated.
Horus felt that force wash over his body like warm seawater.
Then... it passed straight through him.
His passive ability, [Temporal Wraith], worked perfectly!
He stood motionless. His black armor,