Warp Space. Aetheric Realm.
Eden felt a sudden blackness overwhelm him. Silence. Darkness. Ti seed to stretch into eternity.
The next instant, he found himself within a constructed psychic realm.
Of course, there was no danger here.
With a bit of effort, he could leave this space if needed.
Eden frowned as he looked upon the twisted stars and the impossibly vast, illusory ground beneath him.
Who went through so much trouble to find like this?
"My brother…"
A calm, deep voice ca from behind — warm, filled with anticipation.
Eden turned and saw a gentle holy light drifting in the distance.
Monts later—
A towering figure clad in blue and gold armor stepped forth from the illusion.
"Old Guilliman?"
Eden blurted out, stunned.
He could feel the overwhelming psychic force emanating from Guilliman — even stronger than Magnus.
Wait… this slowpoke actually has psyker abilities?
Had he used them earlier, Eden might've been captured back on Holy Terra.
Actually—wasn't he already caught?
Not far ahead…
"You're… more handso than I imagined," Guilliman muttered.
He had co with joy in his heart, but seeing his brother's face left him montarily dazed.
This guy was young and absurdly good-looking, even more striking than that pompous peacock Fulgrim.
He might just be the most dazzling of all Primarchs.
Guilliman was suddenly eager to see how Fulgrim would react when this new Primarch was revealed.
It might just kill that jealous bastard.
He believed that when a new Primarch appeared, it would reinvigorate the Imperium's warriors.
And strike fear into the hearts of Chaos cultists.
"Brother… should I call you the Devourer?"
Guilliman stepped forward, offering a rare warm smile.
"Or should I say… Great Savior?"
Clearly, the Primarch had already gathered so intel.
Eden didn't flinch.
He smiled back:
"You can call Eden."
With his growing presence across the Imperium, it was inevitable his identity as the Savior would be exposed.
It would be stranger if Guilliman hadn't found anything.
The only real question was how much he knew, and what he thought about Eden's many "questionable" actions.
So practices in Eden's domain were borderline heretical by Imperial standards.
Worse still, they operated entirely independent of the Imperium.
"Eden. I finally know your na."
Guilliman's mood brightened.
Honestly, he didn't mind Eden's actions.
It was normal for a Primarch to have his own realm — and not exactly follow the Imperium's orders.
After all, he himself had founded the Second Empire…
To Guilliman, the Imperium was just a tool for humanity's survival — not the end goal.
He patted Eden's shoulder, voice softening:
"This is our first eting as brothers — and the mont you officially join our ranks…"
Wait, what?!
Eden blinked in confusion—
"Did he just… accept as a lost Primarch?"
"Without question, you're one of us — a lost Primarch, our brother!"
Guilliman's voice trembled slightly.
He had only suspected before.
But now, after this eting — he was certain.
There were no signs of artificial augntation on Eden's body or soul, nor evidence of gifts from powerful beings.
His essence was just like them — naturally strong.
For a human to possess such power, only one explanation made sense:
He was born a Primarch.
Besides, the Emperor himself had long concealed the existence of so of the Primarchs…
This man — no doubt — was one of those secrets.
Eden was still processing all this when—
Guilliman suddenly hugged him.
A full-on, big-brother bear hug.
Then Guilliman gently explained:
"You may be confused, but all of us went through this.
We were scattered across the stars, each becoming a leader of a world by our own strength.
One day, Father appeared — told us who we were, and handed us the burden of our destiny…"
Guilliman tried to be as warm as possible. He didn't want this brother to feel cold or distant.
Because being found by the Emperor was rarely a happy mont for any Primarch.
Each of them had been genetically engineered — lab-grown sons of the Emperor.
His original plan was to raise them under his supervision — shaping them into ideal warriors.
But a Warp storm scattered them across the galaxy.
Each grew up ruling their own worlds, often living wild, glorious lives.
Until suddenly — they were found.
"Congrats! You're my son. Here's your legion. Ti to go conquer the galaxy!"
Just like that, the Emperor would throw his children into war — to buy ti before Chaos consud everything.
The Emperor was notoriously emotionless. Cold. Commanding.
He handed down responsibility like dropping a boulder.
The rare monts of affection were treasured.
When Magnus got a hug from the Emperor… the other Primarchs were jealous for years.
Guilliman, as the older brother, didn't want this new sibling to feel the sa cold rejection.
He wanted to welco him with warmth.
"I may need a mont to adjust…"
Eden understood where Guilliman was coming from.
He smiled and returned the hug.
He would need ti — to figure out how to handle this identity.
Besides, in this situation, outright denial would only cause more trouble.
Otherwise, he'd have to explain the source of his power and position to the Imperium — a massive headache.
Primarch or not… what did it matter?
At this point, Eden's power and soul were indistinguishable from a Primarch.
Only a full genetic analysis — perford by the Emperor's decaying corpse on the Golden Throne — could prove otherwise.
Which was… yeah, not gonna happen.
That would likely trigger the Custodes into a killing frenzy.
So why bother?
Better to accept the identity.
With his forces expanding, and the galaxy descending into chaos, there was no hiding anymore.
Better to go all in — declare himself a Primarch.
"You'll get used to it," Guilliman chuckled.
"Right…" Eden blinked. "But why did you co find now?"
Constructing a psychic ritual like this wasn't easy — especially with Guilliman using his own psychic power.
Clearly sothing urgent had happened.
Guilliman didn't mind Eden's nickna for him — it felt more brotherly.
But his next words made him wince.
He had co… to ask for help.
Just like the Emperor had done.
Find lost son → give him a mission.
He suddenly understood why his father had done it. The weight. The desperation.
Still, Guilliman braced himself.
"Forgive … I ca to request your aid. The daemon prince Be'lakor has invaded Chaladon. The region is collapsing under Chaos…"
"Say no more."
Eden instantly got the ssage.
"We're brothers, aren't we? I'll personally lead a fleet to Chaladon — to purge those heretics.
For the survival of mankind, I shall not falter!"
Perfect timing.
Eden was already preparing to move into Chaladon.
Now, he had legitimacy, Imperial sanction, and probably support.
Guilliman was deeply moved by the response.
Imdiately — using his power as Lord Regent — he granted Eden full authority over Chaladon.
Once reclaid, it would fall under Eden's control — with a permanent tax exemption.
And he would publicly declare Eden's identity as a Primarch of the Imperium.
After all, the Imperium was too weak to handle Chaladon.
Perhaps it was best in Eden's hands.
Guilliman believed Eden could restore it.
What a guy!
Eden couldn't be more pleased.
Just as he'd been worrying about what to do after conquering Chaladon — this solved everything.
Now he had Imperial backing, a clear right to rule, and full autonomy.
The war would bring salvation to the people of Chaladon — and faith to fuel his cause.
And the precious minerals would solve his crippling resource shortage.
No more hiding.
This war would be his grand reveal — a declaration to the galaxy.
That he was one of the Emperor's sons.
That Eden Grant had returned — and stood against the darkness.
Crushing Be'lakor beneath his feet.
This eting between long-lost brothers… ended in perfect harmony.
When it was over, Guilliman took a long look at Eden, then turned and left.
He still had other thoughts — like naming Eden the Regent of the Dark Imperium — to guard the Imperium's lost worlds until the Crusade could reach them.
But… was he truly ready for that?
It might be too much. Too dangerous.
Guilliman decided to wait.
Maybe they'd talk again — on Baal.
As the Primarch vanished, the psychic realm crumbled instantly…
...
Spire Palace. Balcony.
Eden's soul snapped back to his body, basked in sunlight.
Though the psychic eting had lasted a while, only a second had passed in realspace.
He looked down at the bustling court district.
Took a deep breath.
"The war… has begun."
This galaxy knew only war. Death. Endless waves of enemies.
But to survive — mankind must fight.
Soon, Eden summoned the leaders of the Internal Affairs Departnt, Military Affairs, Logistics, the chanicus, and the Ecclesiarchy.
A war council convened in the military hall.
Half a day later—
The doors opened. The high officials strode out, returning to their posts.
Preparing for war.
At the sa ti—
The Savior officially issued a War Decree.
The Dominion had entered a state of Total War.
Only the second such decree since its founding.
The last one had been 23 years ago — during the conquest of the sector capital and the execution of the tyrant.
This decree ant one thing:
From this mont on—
All resources would be poured into the war for Chaladon.
No limits. No reserves. No hesitation.
Until victory.
To Eden—
Strategically, he could be aggressive.
But tactically, he had to be conservative.
Strike only with overwhelming firepower.
Crush the enemy. Win completely.
This was the Dominion's first major appearance in the galactic chaos.
They had to make it count.
To make Chaos tremble.
Victory — was the only option.
With the War Decree active—
The Goliath Sector roared to life.
Massive logistics columns assembled — shipping ammunition, weapons, rations, and more.
Storm Group's armored divisions moved into orbital elevators…
Boarding giant war transports.
Sanctuary of the Void Angels.
Surrounded by dense forests and black vines, like a jungle temple.
In a stone-paved square—
The massive statues of the Golden Sun and the Savior lood above.
Ten thousand navy-blue Void Angels stood in perfect formation, their red visors gleaming.
Dreadnoughts lined the sides.
Chapter Master Duke held a power spear and addressed them in silence.
Then his amplified voice thundered:
"Brothers — war is upon us. What is our duty?!"
Without hesitation, they roared:
"Follow the Savior's will — fight to the death!"
Duke's voice rose:
"WHAT IS OUR DUTY?!"
"Follow the Savior's will — fight to the death!!"
Three tis they shouted.
Then Duke turned toward the Savior's statue, knelt with his spear.
The entire chapter followed — kneeling in unity.
Their power spears ignited, tips glowing, illuminating the whole plaza…
...
Lunar Forge World.
Inside the Titan hangars, rows of towering war machines stood ready.
Pilots boarded via lifts — starting the engines.
BOOM BOOM BOOM—
Titans marched out of the hangars and into massive boarding pods.
The pods fired into orbit, heading for the military transport fleet.
These Titans — part of the Storm Group Army — would fight alongside Knights and armored divisions.
...
Blackstone Gate Platform.
From the observation do, Eden watched.
Three battleships, six cruisers, and dozens of warships drifted toward the Warp Gate.
This was just the vanguard.
Their mission — recover Sahim and gather intel.
They moved so quickly because Eden had launched them the mont he received the distress call.
More armies were gathering.
But it wasn't enough.
Many of his forces were still scattered across the galaxy on relief missions.
He had to recall those that could return.
To join this war.
As the comm towers activated, and beacon-lights flared—
The Savior's War Decree was broadcast across the stars…
(End of Chapter)
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