The next few days was filled with a strange and unsettling calm. Guilliman spent it basically lazing around and practicing his swordsmanship. He hadn't been in this world for too long, but he could say he was well on his way to becoming powerful.
Yellow seemed to be about his power level before the hand of judgement struck, anything higher was him stepping into uncharted territory. He needed to prepare to grow stronger.
In the meantime, some movements began to happen in the household as several of the cohort members went on their merry way to either face their class ritual, or just to tie up some loose ends.
In the end, Guiliman was left home alone with the silver haired old man a seemingly rowdy group of old men who would come and go.
