"Clang."
That was the sound of a Power Sword hitting the ground. For a moment, she could not tell what exactly she had seen. Even as a Seraphim who had fought for thousands of years, she had dropped her weapon.
The next second, she began channeling psychic power, trying to make her eyes see through the truth. Was this some fiendish illusion? Was this monster disguising himself as the Emperor?!
It was not. Energy capable of seeing through all illusions gathered in her eyes, turning her pupils into sacred "I" symbols. The conclusion was that this stranger had used no evil sorcery at all. That face was his own flesh and blood.
But the Emperor should be in His glorious hall, guarded by the loyal Custodes of the Throne! And He is a god, a father—He cannot be this short! Wait...
Amid the explosions and roars beyond the door, a flash of inspiration struck her. She understood.
This man had to be one of the Primarchs lost in the vastness of space, an Inheritor of the sacred Gene-Seed, right?
As members of the Imperial Cult and subordinates of the Ordo Hereticus, the Battle Sisters often knew secrets unknown to others, including many dark realities and histories lost to time.
There was much recorded in the Codex Astartes that they did not know, but there was also much they knew that Space Marines did not.
For example, they knew at least something about the origins of the Primarchs.
It was said that the Emperor had once displayed great power within the Warp, creating twenty Primarchs in the image of His own majestic form.
Afterward, He scattered them throughout the Unknown Realms of space as a trial.
Yet after the Great Crusade ended, only eighteen had been recovered. Two Primarchs were never