The great throne of Terra burned with furious life filled flames. Thousands upon thousands of Pyskers, heretics, and the warp touched. Even the foul mutants themselves... Were thrown into the feeding tubes that fed the God Emperor with strength.
The Imperial Palace was locked down even further then usual with the Lords of Terra left worried as Astropaths wailed as their third eye that saw into the Empryan were blinded by the power of the God Emperor at work.
And the God Emperor's work was anything but subtle, and the reaches of Holy Terra were scoured with his holy gaze like a sun whose ever-present light seeped into seemingly every crevice of the planet itself.
Roboute Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarine's stood at the husk that was his father's form. Yet after the past year's his form... After being fed even more pysker's than usual was seemingly filled with more power despite his dessicated corpse form.
There was a light of power within the God Emperor's hollow eye socket's and his implanted eye was somehow alive and using power from the Golden Throne, showing that his father was... More aware then he previously was.
Even if he was nowhere near being able to speak, let alone be cognizant.
Guilliman stared with a stern gaze as an old... A very, very old gestation tank, filled in the middle of the throne room, was filled with the power of the God Emperor.
As the reason for the seriousness of the situation. Was that embossed on the getation tank the letter's II or the roman number for two. "A copy of a lost Primarch... With a human soul being transferred into the host body. What is more interesting than the mere clone body, is that man's soul."
Guilliman's face pinched at the words of Belisarius Cawl, as he had... Very conflicting thoughts of this current situation. Where a human was to be reborn as his supposed little brother.
And matters weren't helped when his lost brother Corvus Corax's burnt, mangled, but still alive form was ripped out of the warp and thrown into his office earlier.
While he was busy working on his plans to repel the Great Enemy and coordinating with his brother to repel the Tyrranids.
Cawl's word's despite the discomfort they brought did have reason to be. As most pysker's soul was but a small candle at best. And even a Perpetual's soul was just a very sturdy candle's flame.
But the soul of the man who was to be stuffed into the body of a new Primarch? His soul burned as hot and bright as a star, akin to his father's with its flames that burned the warp itself.
"My father's... Words are to teach my younger brother, arm him in weapons, and break his teeth in on Orks and Tyrannids. He must be kept away from the Great Enemy." Guilliman spoke with a small frown.
As Cawl rather wisely put it. "Seems rather unwise to allow a new Primarch to leave Terra for a while yet, regardless... But then again, Terra itself has it's snakes that could bite him should he leave the Palace."
Then's Cawl's voice became quieter as he spoke through his Vox speaker's embedded in his heavily mechanical form.
"You have received the reports from the Astropaths that haven't been blinded as well Lord Guilliman?"
Roubute Guilliman nodded with his mind going back to seeing his once lost brother Corvus's form, and he nodded. "Yes, the very Eye of Terror has shrunk by five percent, leaving new worlds to explore and reinforce as the Immaterium was seemingly torn asunder from within."
"More like a black hole, but of spiritual nature, was created within the realm. Similar to the Necron's black pylons, a black hole was born within the Warp, and although it most certainly cannot destroy it. It's a constant drain on Chaos and is slowing if not stopping its direct spread."
There was a pause as a rumble rang out, and Guilliman's face tightened as he saw something that brought clear disgust to his gaze. A group of Haemonculi, the twisted eldari of Commorragh, along with Yvraine, who was watching the dark eldar with a contingent of her fellow Ynnari.
As they worked under the gaze of the Emperor himself and his Custodian's on the gestation tube, working to do... Something to that was supposed to be his younger brother.
Roubute Guilliman was many thing's however. Although the sight of the Haemonculi made him want to tear them apart with his power armor-enhanced hands. He most certainly wasn't a fool, nor was he blind.
His father was much more cognizant than usual. And was using far more Pyskers, and more to do this... Act, and he knew that for now he just had to wait to see the result, as it wasn't like he had the option of interfering.
"It's almost... Comical, however, he is so clearly being made to be a weapon against Chaos, however. That your honored father is using even Xeno's to aid in his project." Cawl finished before his large form moved away, knowing that this was likely going to get tense when the gestation process finished.
And that soul that was sealed inside the forming newly made, young Primarch body was fully likely going to be utterly insane, or a literal Alpha-class pysker bomb that could even do great damage to Terra itself.
Either way, the Primarch of the Ultramarines knew his confidant well, and knew that he was going out of the blast zone... And frankly, he couldn't blame him either.