❥𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖘 |2.0

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They dragged you hurriedly from your cell; everything was blurry before the firm and disciplined steps of the Custodes

The royal balcony was an unparalleled luxury bathed in a tense psychic aura, accompanied by war plans and maps, the exquisite aroma of the darkest wine, and the constant presence of the Emperor.

The throne shone with anticipation, its presence almost suffocating, imposing without the need for shouts or bloodshed to make men kneel before it.

Your presence was unexpected for those present; the trial had been postponed to a more suitable occasion on Guilliman's orders.

The air grows heavy with the presence of the Primarchs and the Emperor, their gazes piercing you like daggers. Sanguinius opens his eyes slightly, Vulkan frowns (though there's a flicker of concern in his expression), while Guilliman simply tilts his head, analyzing.

Sanguinius**(In a low but urgent voice): *"You shouldn't be here... this is dangerous."

• Vulkan : Growls, *"By the flames of Olympus! How the hell did you get here?"

• Guilliman : Crosses his arms. *"Teleportation. Impressive... and illegal."

• Behind them, Horus Lupercal raises an eyebrow with sadistic amusement; Fulgrim smiles as if he's already plotting how to display you in his museum; and Konrad Curze looks too interested to be good. *

• In the distance, Malcador watched tensely; his fatigued eyes analyzing your every move, waiting for a false step. *

• Not far away stood Constantin Valdor, his gaze impassive and his expression stoic, awaiting his lord's orders to act. *

• This was starting to get out of hand...
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