Lion El'Jonson

He stared intently at Chen Xi, his gaze filled with scrutiny and doubt.

"Now, please tell me—what else do you know? Where exactly do your so-called 'ancient records' and 'intuition' come from?" His tone grew increasingly forceful. "I do not believe that scattered heretic testimonies and damaged database fragments alone would be enough for an Inquisitor to know the First Legion's ancient secrets to such an extent, much less connect them to the current events with such certainty. Your source of information must be sufficiently convincing."

This was the crucial counterquestion. Darryl needed it to assess Chen Xi's credibility, as well as the potential threat hidden behind him.

The moment of testing had arrived.

Chen Xi knew that he had to provide an explanation that was both convincing and would not expose his greatest secret.

He pondered for a moment, and a complex expression gradually appeared on his face—a mixture of solemn reminiscence, a grave understanding of the situation, and a profound grasp of the tangled powers and secrets within the Inquisition.

"Captain Darryl, do you know that within the Inquisition—especially in the deepest classified archives of the Ordo Hereticus—there are certain 'Origin Scrolls' sealed away from the eyes of even most Inquisitors?" He slowly constructed a plausible framework. "These scrolls record some of the most secret events from the Great Crusade and even the Horus Heresy, including versions that differ from official history."

He paused briefly, allowing his words to settle.

"My mentor... a highly senior Grand Master of the Ordo Hereticus who had long since fallen, believed before his death that I possessed the potential to handle certain sensitive truths. He granted me some special authority. While sorting through his belongings, I came into contact with fragmented records concerning... the Night of Caliban's Destruction. Those records differed somewhat