Planet of Nikaea, 001. M31

The Primarch had been feeling comfortless since he arrived to Nikaea. He was there for a "meeting" with the Emperor and his brothers. Well, it had been a trial, really. Things hadn't gone well for Magnus after the Emperor had banished the psychic powers. Now the Crimson Primarch and his Legion had to give up in their persecution of knowledge and power of the warp and take up arms again, something Magnus didn't appreciate at all

With his single eye shining with golden tones, now dull after the turmoil of the trial verdict, Magnus walked through the corridors in the direction of returning to Prospero, he would take his ship and reflect on what had happened. The Council of Nikaea, that was what such an event was called and Magnus had much to reflect on from all of that; no more psychic powers. Magnus might not admit it, but he resented the emperor's decision and his brothers who turned against him, Leman Russ and Mortarion. In the back of his mind he had that uneasy feeling, he would never say it, but he was distrusting the emperor because after all: The Emperor of Mankind, his father, the greatest of psykers, banning psychic powers? It didn't make any sense

His thoughts were all over the place, and he tried to make sense of them. Yes, the Emperor had mentioned that psychic powers were dangerous; psychics mostly didn't know how to use them and the like, but Magnus could teach them. He could teach psychics how to control their powers and avoid trouble. But the Emperor had the final say, and that had been No.

Sighing as he looked down the halls and now pondering the future of his legion, his only eye fell upon a figure that had appeared before him as he rounded the corner of the empty corridor. Tall as he was, with a above human physique, it was obviously not a regular human, but this person didn't look like an Astartes either, if it was an Astartes then it was the tallest he had ever seen