Should I go along with him or make up another lie?
Leman Russ instantly decided on his response: maintain a cold, aloof expression and say nothing, letting this mentally unstable Doctor fantasize on his own.
When a Primarch fixed someone with a stern gaze, how terrifying was that pressure? Even the most arrogant Aeldari would sit up straight; mortals would tremble in fear; Space Marines would watch the being before them alongside their Primarch...
The damp laboratory became suffocating. Gladiia had never experienced such terror before. She wanted to draw her weapon before Leman Russ, yet found herself completely unable to control her body.
After a long while... the Doctor sighed. He ended his question with a heavy shake of his head. Whatever he had imagined, Leman Russ knew that his assumptions were already enough to explain their origins.
The Doctor said, "No matter what, we cannot exterminate the Seaborn. They have already become the only ecosystem in Terra's oceans. Their extinction would only cause Terra's fragile environment to collapse."
"Then can we make use of the Seaborn? Send these fellows north to fight those fiends."
"I think so... The Seaborn do not possess a clearly defined consciousness. I do not think they would nourish the fiends with their thoughts when they encountered them. But the fiends' blasphemy against reality may inflict grievous losses upon the Seaborn. Their evolution and reproduction are founded upon tangible space, not a conceptual realm of souls."
The Primarchs and the Doctor decided the Seaborn's future fate in a few brief exchanges. Skadi could only listen obediently from the side. Compared to being uprooted by two Primarchs and sent to fight the fiends, this was already a lighter loss.
"Then could you please leave Skadi's body, sea gods?"
The Doctor made his final request. Skadi's