Fulfill the mission Father gave me?
Lion El'Jonson frowned, his gaze settling on Custodian Tribune Endymion.
An indescribable uncertainty rose within him.
If all the information he had received since emerging from the forest was accurate and trustworthy-
The Imperium had not fallen. Rather than collapsing amid fire, iron, and blood, human civilization had achieved a prosperity he had never imagined.
Then why did the Imperium of Man still need a Primarch like him?
The Lion King pondered this.
Even someone as proud as Lion El'Jonson struggled to find fault with the current arrangement, assuming the Imperium had Roboute Guilliman coordinating logistics, Ferrus commanding its wars, and Sanguinius providing unmatched individual combat prowess.
Three loyal Primarch brothers had already returned, each playing an indispensable role in the Imperium's vast war machine.
What was more, according to that female knight, someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Father had appeared within the Imperium.
It would be no exaggeration to say they held the advantage.
Did Father really need to notify him with such solemnity?
He had even spoken words Lion El'Jonson had never heard during the Great Crusade.
Why?
But the Primarch's pride soon swept all those distracting thoughts aside.
He was the Lion of Caliban.
No matter how powerful the Imperium had become, no matter how outstanding his brothers were, he would surely have something to offer humanity and the Imperium as they now stood.
That was a fact. It needed no external proof.
The Custodian Tribune seemed to sense Lion El'Jonson's thoughts.
A flicker of surprise crossed Endymion's eyes.
Clearly, the Lion King's current behavior was not what he had expected.
So Endymion explained.
"Because there is a task now that perhaps only you are suited to carry out."
"The other Primarchs are not suited to it."
"What