Epilogue

As the Primarchs and their forces worked tirelessly to rebuild the war-torn Macragge, the events of the recent battle were still fresh in their minds. While lifting debris and restoring order to the shattered cities, they took a moment to reflect on the miraculous turn of events that had occurred during their confrontation with Mortarion.

Guilliman: (Glancing at Horus) "Horus, what happened back there? The golden light that enveloped you... it was unlike anything I've ever seen."

Horus: (Nodding, a hint of emotion in his eyes) "I believe it was a manifestation of our father's will. His light guided me, restored my strength, and purified my armor. It felt like a gift of redemption."

Vulkan: (Pausing his work, looking thoughtful) "Our father's reach is vast. Even in the darkest times, his light can find us and guide us. It is a reminder of the power of hope and unity."

Lion El'Jonson: (With a resolute expression) "so this means father is still alive, somewhere across the galaxy."

Horus: (With a tear in his eye) "I have been given a second chance to make things right. I will not squander it. For Father and for the Imperium.

As they continued to rebuild Macragge, the bond between the Primarchs grew stronger. They knew that the path ahead would be fraught with danger, but their unity and the Emperor's light would be their greatest weapons against the encroaching darkness. With each passing moment, their resolve was reinforced, and they pressed on with renewed determination to liberate Ultramar and restore hope to the galaxy.