Skadi.
Or rather, the Seaborn gods who had reluctantly united in order to obtain the blood of the Primarchs had never felt such unstoppable power since their birth.
No matter how they evolved or adapted, they still had to bow their heads before the Primarchs' overwhelming strength.
Just as the weak in a wolf pack had to wag their tails and expose their bellies, looking as pitiful as possible if they wanted to beg the strong for their lives.
Thus, they controlled Skadi and made her appear endearing and pitiable. Unfortunately, this sight could not win the Primarchs' mercy. To the two of them, Skadi's delicate beauty was far less difficult to resist than the soul-stirring seduction of Slaanesh's Daemonettes.
"Fine... Seaborn. I'll call you Skadi." Leman Russ's voice carried the arrogance of the strong toward the weak. Skadi did not dare utter a word of defiance and deeply lowered her head, causing the Seaborn gathered in the depths of the ocean to likewise display submission.
"What exactly are you?" Leman Russ asked again. Magnus was curious about the same thing. "Are you creatures native to this planet, or visitors from beyond the stars? Your appearance reminds me of some old friends. Those friends were far more troublesome than you."
Skadi raised her head, seemingly unable to understand how an existence as powerful as Leman Russ could know nothing of the past. On this land, power was often deeply tied to buried history.
Was this a test? Or something else?
Skadi was doubtful, but she still carefully answered Leman Russ's questions. She first led everyone toward the enormous jellyfish, controlling the spreading Seaborn to recede.
The place gradually revealed its true appearance. Even after being weathered by seawater and time, the heavily corroded walls still bore the orderly traces of