As The Lupercal entered, Morrigan bowed his head in respect, a purely automatic response when in the presence of an Emperor's son. Horus Lupercal was an imposing figure and Morrigan could not help but be in awe at the sight. As one of his Legion's chosen elites, Morrigan had fought alongside his own Primarch on several occasions, but only now could he compare the two brothers. On this, Horus was clearly a half meter taller and proportionately bulkier than Corvus Corax.
"A squad of elite troops operating deep behind enemy lines with little to no assistance, conducting surgical strikes to cripple the enemy's war effort," Morrigan repeated back the lines to demonstrate he understood both the assignment and the gravity of the situation. "Standard practice for the Raven Guard. Applying precise military pressure to vulnerable sectors is a doctrine favoured by the Raven Lord to achieve assured victory." Of all the alternative reasons to be summoned to the Imperator Somnium, Morrigan found this charge most agreeable.
"Your will be done."