Ezekiel's Foresight

Chen Xi slowly shook his head, his tone beyond dispute. "No. Lion El'Jonson, Primarch of the Dark Angels, is currently on the fortress's outer decks, personally purging the filth of the Death Guard with the sword in his hand." He turned his head, gesturing with his eyes toward the increasingly thunderous sounds of battle faintly echoing from outside, then pointed to the attendant beside him. "As for her identity... it is not convenient for me to reveal it for now. But I guarantee, on the duty and reputation of an Inquisitor, that she is absolutely not your enemy. Her existence is vital to the Dark Angels and to the Imperium."

Azhrael's brows drew tightly together. He still lacked sufficient trust in Chen Xi. A visiting Inquisitor had brought an unidentified being, one who might bear an extreme resemblance to the Primarch, into the Chapter's most closely guarded secrets. That alone was enough to raise his highest alert.

Yet at that moment, Ezekiel took a small step forward. His deep gaze moved back and forth between Chen Xi and the hooded figure, as though he were reading some stream of information invisible to ordinary people. The expression on his face gradually shifted from initial confusion into understanding and... to some extent, acceptance. Through his unique gift of foresight, he seemed to have glimpsed fragments of the future, or sensed some essential connection that could not be forged.

"Grand Master," Ezekiel said, turning to Azhrael, his voice steady and resolute, "I believe Inquisitor Chen Xi. I... saw certain signs. His arrival, and this... companion at his side, may be inevitable under the Emperor's guidance. We should grant them limited trust."

Azhrael looked at his most trusted Chief Librarian, surprise flashing through his eyes. He knew Ezekiel's abilities and caution well. Unless he