"Think back to how it felt just now. See if you can use that ability again."
Lu Jin hurriedly reminded Lion.
Lion gave it a try.
After making faces for a while with no effect, Lion lay back down and tried to find the feeling again.
As if resting, he began to recall and think.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't use his teleportation ability again. After all that effort, he had nothing to show for it.
"At least you won't lose your memory again." Lu Jin held out a hand to Lion and pulled the Primarch to his feet.
As he was effortlessly hauled up, Lion felt a little surprised. He couldn't help wondering how many times stronger Lu Jin was than him, despite being shorter.
"I still lost my memory, just not as badly as before."
Lion surveyed his surroundings.
Although his teleportation ability had activated without warning, the Primarch wasn't a fool. He could still tell where he was: aboard the ship of the Inquisitor he'd been thinking about so much.
He wondered whether that kind and just Inquisitor had managed to obtain weapons and deliver them to the people of Karmas.
The ship was currently traveling through the Warp.
Since they were far from the Maelstrom, short-range Warp jumps were still possible.
Armored plates covered the portholes.
No one was passing through the corridors.
"Find a crew member and have them take us to the owner of this ship," Lion ordered the Fallen Angels beside him.
The Fallen Angels hesitated, but did as they were told.
After they dispersed, Lion caught Lu Jin, who was about to walk ahead, and slowed his pace. He also cautioned him, "I've heard that more than a dozen Inquisitors have died at your hands, but this Inquisitor