The atmosphere suddenly became heavy as a formless energy permeated the air. It immediately drew the attention of the men in white while paralyzing the cohort who were standing not too far away.
This feeling, it felt like countless steel blades were placed dangerously close to their bodies, threatening to slash their flesh should they move a muscle.
The Blacksteel Lord, right now, was revealing a power that was far beyond what they had ever seen. He was infuriated.
"Hmm," Guilliman saw this and steeled his resolve. Thane was an ally, and although the circumstances were beyond his control, he fully understood why the old man was so angry.
This was his son—his beloved son, for that matter. He had long since understood some of the intricacies of Guilliman's aspect, so he understood what this was.
An eternity of servitude?
This was enough reason for him to want his head.
