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When TalOS sent a message back to his uncle and the man who controlled Terra, there was a deep confusion that lasted a week’s worth of communication. Such communication seemed to center around TalOS’s knowledge of the 15th Legion’s blight and why he had made the decision to arrive upon Terra.
When the evidence showing the communication from Ahriman was sent to the Sigillite, an understanding was reached between the two sides. With an invitation from Malcador to make it official, TalOS crossed the galaxy from one end to another to strike at the cradle of humanity.
TalOS had to ponder as he walked off the aircraft if he was the brother who stepped upon Terra the most. Of course TalOS could not say anything about Alpharius, but he knew that all of his other kin were off fighting a galactic war when they were discovered on their respective worlds.
The air was cold, as it always was when one walked upon the ancient mountain range. Small particles of snow drifted past TalOS’s face, a sign of the planet’s water reserves still locked within the glacial tops of the range. Malcador stood before TalOS flanked by two Custodian Guards as TalOS was flanked by his own elites.
“TalOS, I have not been looking forward to this day.” the Sigillite admitted first and foremost as he waved the Primarch to his side, “But there is no reason to hide it from you anymore. What I show you shall not be revealed to the Mechanicum for they will question the Imperium’s integrity.”
“I am a keeper of many secrets, Malcador. I can hold one more.” TalOS told the Sigillite as he walked to the man’s side, “Let us get inside first. Your body cannot sustain itself in this cold.”
A small chuckle came from the old man as he nodded his head, “Every year that goes by it gets colder.”
With that a subtle clinking of the staff was sounded as the two of them crossed the threshold into the palace. TalOS noted that the man next to him seemed to rely upon the staff just that little bit more.
His existence was likely one maintained through sorcery and science the likes of which TalOS might never see. He will need to extend to his uncle the ways of the machine, but the Primarch suspected the Sigillite knew something that he as of yet did not. Maybe that was the reason he did not sustain his youth in the same manner he did so thousands of other years.
