Did you hear that? She called us lesser beings. Even the Aeldari wouldn't dare point at a Primarch's nose and curse him like that.
I heard her clearly. That probably wasn't the girl's voice—perhaps it belonged to the native creatures of this planet. Kal'tsit calls them the Seaborn, masters of the ocean. I heard Fenris has something similar, doesn't it? You call those things Leviathan?
No, I call him Little Slippery.
Leman Russ answered casually, his icy gaze boring straight into the sea god controlling Skadi's mind.
The hostility cast upon him by all of Terra's oceans was not even comparable to facing a single tiny tendril of a Tyranid hive fleet. The hunger that came from the void could even calm disturbances within the Warp, preventing an entire world from sending psychic distress signals beyond itself.
These Seaborn... they were merely peculiar little lifeforms. Perhaps he could spare them and let Magnus study them. He would like such little gifts.
As if sensing Leman Russ's disdain and contempt, Skadi let out a shriek. The entire ocean shook with her fury, while towering Sea Waves battered Iberia's coastline.
"Hand over everything you have!" Skadi controlled the water. Both the rain falling from the sky and the seawater surging in from the ocean were under her command. In moments, they gathered into a mass large enough to drown the city and came crashing down upon Leman Russ.
Everything shall return to the deep sea!
"I hate that damp smell..." Magnus wrinkled his nose. Raising a hand and spreading his fingers, he made the air flow upward. No matter how Skadi tried to control it, she could not make the sphere of water suspended above the city fall.
How was this possible? How could this world possess a single lifeform capable of