Late Judgment (19, 9K Chapter)

Chapter 668: 50. Late Judgment (19, 9K Chapter)

The Lion opened his eyes, but saw only darkness.

Absurdly enough, the first thought to break through his reasoning was a question: Am I blind?

It took him several seconds to realize that was not the case. He had merely lost one of the "advantages" granted by genetic engineering. Even if he could no longer see through darkness as he once had, his helmet's lenses should have helped in a situation like this.

The Lion raised a hand and touched his cheek. The sensation was soft—flesh and blood, not steel.

It was an apt reminder—and he did not much care for it, because someone had taken his helmet.

The moment he realized this, a vast, turbulent flood of information surged rudely into his mind. Immediately afterward, the senses that had long grown dull to a Primarch began to rapidly recover.

The exposed parts of the Lion's face felt cold, while his sense of smell caught the faint dampness of a forest. Together, they began to offer his instincts more assistance.

Within two seconds, Lion El'Jonson had deduced the rough course of events. First, the lingering numbness on his tongue meant that he had recently undergone either Warp sorcery-based teleportation or psychic teleportation.

Ten thousand years of experience had taught him that only those two circumstances caused that unpleasant numbness. Second, his weapons and helmet had been taken away. They had not even left him his weapon belt.

That meant someone had been able to kill him easily, yet had chosen not to.

Seraphax. The Lion immediately turned the name over in his mind.

Finally, and most importantly—a faint light was appearing before him. It shone upon the ground at his feet, forming a small path.

It was as though someone had opened