Chapter 226 - 227 - The Burning of Oldtown (III)
"Failure is normal, but never let failure kill your determination, for you will die slowly until you finally seek death to bring empty relief to your soul." Sanguinius, Primarch of the Blood Angels Legion.
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The more he looked at these two children, the more Sanguinius’ eyes showed a phosphorescent white light. He felt his vision being taken over by infinitely long white lines.
Sanguinius knew he was about to have another involuntary vision of the future, but remembering the emperor’s orders, he suppressed this ability as much as possible. Fortunately, as he could not control this ability, his prescience was extremely short and incoherent.
He could not even see a complete timeline, only fragments of an extremely distant, vague, and confusing future.
The only thing Sanguinius could perceive in these visions was that many people would die, but in the face of billions of timelines, who wouldn’t die, so his visions were really rather bland.
"Are you all right?" Horus asked with a concerned tone as he saw the pale expression on the winged boy before him.
Regaining his warm and cheerful smile, Sanguinius replied in a gentle tone. "It’s nothing, I just felt a little dizzy."
Horus and Fulgrim looked suspiciously at Sanguinius, both noticing that it was something much more serious, but seeing that the boy would not say anything, they remained silent and asked no further questions.
"Follow me and don’t stray behind me." Sanguinius said as he walked toward the alley’s exit. Horus and Fulgrim looked at each other and didn’t hesitate to follow the blond boy.
They had seen with their own eyes how easily the monster had been killed, and by following Sanguinius, they could get out of this hell alive.