Malice of Malan Tai

How had the Lion suddenly appeared here? Why was he staring at Azrael so abruptly, his gaze filled with fury and hatred?

Azrael had considered that he might encounter the Lion on the battlefield, that he might be unable to conceal his identity before the Lion, that he might have to face the Lion's wrath head-on.

But for it to happen so suddenly, and at such a moment, left Azrael struggling to react.

"Lion... how could this be?" Azrael asked involuntarily. His voice was not loud, but he believed the Lion, as a Primarch, would certainly hear it.

Yet the Lion's only response was an even more furious roar.

"Azrael!" The Lion's roar reached Azrael's ears, and Azrael felt as if his spirit were being torn apart. His soul seemed about to be dragged from his body and pulled toward the Lion.

It felt as though his Primarch intended to reclaim the extraordinary gene-seed he had bestowed upon him, even taking his life and soul along with it.

"Get down here! Azrael!!" The roar grew louder. Azrael instinctively wanted to take a step forward, leap down from the fortress, go to his Primarch's side, and accept his Primarch's punishment.

But... but Azrael chose to follow his heart. He silently took a step back.

It was not because he was scared. The situation before him was simply too strange, and the timing was wrong. It definitely was not because he feared the Lion's wrath.

Yet the Lion continued advancing step by step, his furious eyes locked upon Azrael. A powerful dragging sensation constantly surged from within Azrael, making his head increasingly dizzy and unbearable.

Bang!!!

A Deathwatch warrior beside Azrael lurched and crashed heavily to the ground, his body twitching faintly like a frog being electrocuted.

It was not just one