Leman Russ had seen plenty of wolves.
True wolves he had hunted across Fenris's frozen snowfields.
False wolves born from the fractured realms of the Warp.
But he had never seen wolves that were both real and false.
He stared at Zaro and saw only an enormous wolf's head wrapped in black mist, with several smaller wolves following at its side.
Judging by that ethereal form, Leman Russ felt Zaro was much like the daemons of his world—a product of the mind.
Yet his instincts vaguely told him that this thing had once possessed a physical body and remained closely connected to the material world.
The little wolves beside the wolf's head were equally strange. Their bodies seemed to be mere façades; Originium energy flowed through their blood and marrow, giving off faint ripples whose purpose Leman Russ did not understand.
"What the hell are you?" Leman Russ asked with a frown. "Don't tell me you're under the Wolf Granny?"
Me? Under the Wolf Granny? He really is looking down on me.
Zaro gave a cold laugh, reaching a new understanding of Leman Russ's foolish ignorance.
This man's mind, like the ancient armor he wore, had remained stuck hundreds—perhaps even thousands—of years in the past.
It seemed Caesar had dug this old relic out of a grave.
Though Zaro was surprised that Leman Russ had crossed a thousand meters in an instant and crashed down before him like a meteor, he would not lose the composure and arrogance befitting a Wolf Lord over such a thing.
After all, if he put in some effort, he could do the same—and do it even better.
His landing would not leave behind such a massive crater and so many cracks.
The giant's display was certainly imposing, proving that his physique contained astonishing power,