Letorion, the Iron Warrior who had never wavered even amid the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on Istvaan III, saw that infant, saw those violet eyes, and heard that innocent, bewildered little coo...
His body began to... tremble violently, beyond his control.
"No..."
Letorion's lips quivered. The Chainsword in his hand clattered to the floor.
He dropped to one knee with a thud.
"Fa... ther...?"
A cry filled with utter shock, disbelief, and endless sorrow squeezed out of his throat.
"Father?!"
The Emperor's Children behind him were all dumbstruck, too.
They followed Letorion's gaze to the infant in Horus's arms.
Those... violet eyes.
That... Gene-Father for whom they had once been willing to give everything.
Boom-!!
Every loyal warrior of the Emperor's Children suffered a complete mental crash at that moment.
"Th... that's... Fulgrim?!"
"How... how did he... turn into a baby?!"
The revelation before them was so overwhelming, so absurd, that it utterly shattered their understanding of reality.
Everyone else in the hall was equally baffled by this sudden turn of events.
"Fulgrim? That traitor Primarch?" The Blood Angels captain frowned.
"Didn't he... fall long ago?" The Space Wolves priest scratched his head in confusion.
Amid that deathly silence and confusion.
Horus finally spoke.
"I know you have a lot of questions right now." Holding Fulgrim, he surveyed everyone present. His voice carried the calm authority of the Warmaster and an unquestionable power to persuade. "But now is not the time for explanations."
"I am Horus Lupercal." He pointed to himself.
"And he is Fulgrim." He pointed to the infant in his arms.
"We are both loyal."
"..."
"..."
"Hahahahaha-!!"
After a brief, deathly silence, the Imperial Fists captain erupted into wild laughter filled with mockery and rage.
"Loyal?! Horus! How the fuck do you have the