After the news broke, the Emperor was highly distressed basically all the time. More so at the logical implications for the Imperium then the fact that his favored son, Horus, had fallen to Chaos. Somewhere, out there in the empty expanse of space, a horde of Daemons and chaos-corrupted heretics were amassing an army.

The large, imposing man stood at his desk, in his chamber in the Imperial Palace on Terra, his desk illuminated by a size XXL lamp. An aura of power and authority exuded from him, though it felt different then usual; probably due to his mood.

“This was not at all within the plan, this will greatly affect the galaxy at large..”

He mumbled to himself, shifting through the papers, messages and reports from all over the Galaxy. Before his thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on his door.

"Enter."

The Emperor bluntly said, not even moving his view from the papers.