The Emperor, the great Master of Humans, wants to give his beloved son a little gift.
A pristine orb of light emerged from the father's hand, shooting directly into Laine's forehead. Vast knowledge and the supreme techniques of spiritual energy utilization were imprinted into Laine's mind. This was the Emperor's gift, his favoritism towards his beloved son.
Laine knew how precious this was, knowledge that many Genetic Primarchs sought after in vain was now handed to him so effortlessly. He didn't know what to say, so he could only murmur, "Father, I..."
"The Imperial Guard coming to support you is already on their way." The Emperor said in a deep voice, "Since the Net Gate cannot transport large armies, and because your identity must remain absolutely secret, I have only dispatched four Imperial Guard Terminators. They will arrive here shortly."
