"My... My Emperor?" Carlga spoke, his voice already choked with emotion, feeling deeply ashamed of his own loss of composure. He even doubted whether the Emperor himself had heard what he was saying.
However, everyone understood the Emperor's intent; the great Master of Humans wanted to see his son.
The Genetic Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion—Roboute Kiliman, sleeping in a static force field due to his severe injuries.
Makulage, Hall of Justice.
Swarms of the Imperial Guard poured into the Holy Hall, their numbers so great that the Ultimate Warriors were somewhat unaccustomed to it, yet their hearts were filled with anticipation. Fervent gazes fixed on the grand figure of the Emperor; many Ultimate Warriors couldn't help but want to shout.
Their Primarch had been asleep for so long, far too long.
