Lion King Sword

Caliban's shattered remains floated silently in the void. The surface of this asteroid fragment, dozens of kilometers long, was covered in meteor-impact craters and treacherous rock formations created by geological fractures.

A thin layer of frost coated the rocks, reflecting a cold sheen beneath the faint light of a distant star.

All was silent in the vacuum, where only eternal deathly stillness and piercing cold shrouded the region.

At the center of this field of debris, upon a relatively level stretch of ground, an ancient ritual site had been fully activated.

Intricate runes had been carved into the ground, their symbols writhing faintly as though alive.

At its center, a constantly rotating warp rift emitted an ominous purple glow, warping the structure of the surrounding space.

The air carried the sharp scent of ozone and the stench of decay. These two odors spread unnaturally through the vacuum, defying all known laws of physics.

Lioness Leona stood at the very front of the group.

She was not Lion El'Jonson's descendant or heir, but another form of existence shaped by the Emperor's great power, bearing the essence of a Primarch.

She possessed power born of the same source as the Primarch and a will rooted deep in her genes, yet outwardly displayed entirely different traits—a younger face, a lighter and more agile form—as if the Lion King's essence had found a new interpretation here.

The dark green Power Armor she wore was clearly custom-made, every plate fitted perfectly to her form.

The Dark Angels insignia engraved on her shoulder guards remained clearly visible in the dim light, declaring her unquestionable allegiance. Her eyes held a determination and weathered depth that sharply contrasted with her youthful appearance.

What she gripped in both hands at that moment was the Lion's Sword Cypher had just