"Laine, Chaos has already sensed my return. For a long time ahead, I won't be able to send any reinforcements to you. From now on, you'll have to depend on yourself for what comes next." The Emperor extended his hand, gently caressing Laine's head: "If I capture any other Fallen Primarchs, I will still bring them here to purify with you."
"I will, Father. Please leave it to me!" Laine said firmly, though the son was like a little monkey, dodging his father's large hand, jumping up and down.
"Heh!" In the incredulous eyes of Laine and Angerong, the Emperor smiled, his lips curving upwards—a father's gesture towards a son who made him proud: "As a father, I feel I must live up to your trust, Laine, my beloved son. Wait for it, your brothers will return one by one, trust me."
The Master of Humans left, leaving only the Imperial Guard in the mine and Angerong sitting on the stone slab. Laine walked up to Angerong: "Let's go, brother, let's go home."
