>>30895115For a moment, Perturabo wasn't sure if he wanted to punch Dorn in the face or laugh at him.
"My hel... What do you need ME for? I thought you wanted to rebuild the palace."
Dorn looked over Perturabo's shoulder, straight at the drawings, the Iron Warrior noticed with a jolt.
"Why? I thought you were the only one He allowed to build the things he wanted."
"The Emperor is still on the throne, brother. He cannot order you from there."
Perturabo glared at Dorn, desperately trying to smother the faint feeling of hope within him.
"Why should I?"
Dorn gave a small smile.
"It would humiliate me. Any barbarian can build a wall, but it takes a genius to make what you have on that board. Imagine, showing everyone that you really were better than me."
Perturabo gaped at Dorn. This was... ridiculous, Dorn would never allow such a blatant shot at his ego.
"Besides," the imperial fist went on,
"I thought the whole Greco-Roman style was a bit tired after 10 thousand years, eh?"
"Was that a joke?"
"I think so."
"Stick to knocking walls down. I..." Perturabo breathed out, this was all happening so quickly.
"I will think about it."
Dorn, knowing his objective was achieved, nodded and left the room, leaving Perturabo staring at his drawings. His mind raced, all the ideas and possibilities that had been bottled up inside him for so long.. he finally had a chance to show the imperium what he could really do.
Outside, under a sky still choked with smoke and pulverized stone, a figure in yellow met with a one-eyed giant.
"I have spoken to him." Said Dorn.
"Thank you, Rogal." said Magnus.
"Now, while our brother rebuilds Terra, you can try and rebuild the Legions, whilst I..." Magnus gazed at the bulk of the Palace, his warpsight seeing the golden light within.
"I shall put my mind to father."
