Khârn fell silent after hearing what the Clone Primarch had to say.
Lotara was the same.
It took Clone Angron quite a while to realize that these enemies from opposing camps had not killed him only because his existence as a clone had confused them, and for the moment, they had not decided whether they should stand with the clone or the original.
There were also old memories that left them wistful and unable to make a decision, so they sat here, chatting around the fire as though they were camping.
If none of their positions fundamentally changed, a bloody battle still lay ahead.
Realizing this, Clone Angron looked at his Daemon Primarch original, his gaze traveling from that massive body, utterly devoid of wounds, to the Butcher's Nails atop its head.
The Butcher's Nails were an ancient relic that even the Emperor and the Adeptus Mechanicus could do nothing about. They gradually replaced the implanted person's neural pathways.
Yet the Butcher's Nails had originally been nothing more than a neural tool used by servants of humanity, the Stone Men.
Even ancient humanity had never studied how to remove this thing from someone's head.
And the Butcher's Nails were still affecting the Daemon Primarch.
Clone Angron recalled what had just happened. The suddenly appearing Emperor had used Psychic Power to suppress the Daemon Primarch, then slowly tried to pull out its Nails with Psychic Power, plunging it into agonizing torment.
At the time, the Daemon Primarch had still been able to react somewhat. It had even tried to escape and take its clone with it.
But the consequences of tampering with the Butcher's Nails had gradually begun to show.
Clone Angron reached a conclusion: his original's weakness was the Butcher's Nails. Even after ascending into a daemon, even though it