‘It was the Ultramarines.’ Talos lowered his head, surrendering to the memory now.
‘A thousand warriors?’ The Apothecary’s eyes widened. ‘That’s all?’
‘You think in such small terms,’ Talos chuckled. ‘The Ultramarines. Their sons. Their brothers. Their cousins. The entire Legion, reborn after the Heresy, wearing hundreds of icons proclaiming their new allegiances. They called themselves the Primogenitors. I believe their descendants still do.’
‘You mean the Ultramarines’ kindred Chapters?’ Variel could almost picture it now. ‘How many of them?’
‘All of them, Variel,’ Talos said softly, seeing the sky once again on that distant day. ‘All of them.’
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