"Lion?"
Sanguinius looked hesitantly at his brother. That aged face was hidden beneath the marks of time, and his unkempt beard made him look almost like a primitive man. And in those eyes...
Something was burning.
"Do not stop me, Sanguinius."
When the seemingly aged lion said those words, it was as if he had once again become that stern, inhumanly severe man. "I must find out the truth."
"I understand." The Archangel pursed his lips. "I only hope you are prepared. To us, these things are no different from overturning our lives and memories and starting over. I imagine Roboute and Corax would agree with me on that."
The Lord of Ultramar nodded with a stiff expression, while the Lord of the Ravens simply said nothing at all. He truly did not want to say a single word.
"Thank you for the reminder," Leon replied coldly. "Begin, you Abominable Intelligence."
"Your attitude greatly displeases me, Lion El'Jonson, and therefore I have decided to place the chapter concerning you last."
"...What did you say?!"
The Lion shot to his feet in a towering rage. His weapon had not yet been recovered, but the habit of never being without a sword remained, and so he immediately drew a Power Sword from his waist—a weapon manufactured by the Hub.
He gripped it in his hand and roared furiously at the blue light overhead. "Begin at once, you damned Abominable Intelligence!"
"I have a name: Magic Array Hub. Four words only, not 'damned Abominable Intelligence,' which is three words, Lion El'Jonson. Also, are you truly threatening me with a weapon I manufactured?"
"And what if I am?!"
The blue light flashed. The weapon in the Lion's hand began slowly crumbling into ash, but the Hub left the hilt intact, allowing the Lion to