"Th-this is actually the Primarch? No! Impossible! The Primarch's body is clearly laid to rest on Macragge. How could he be here? Am I seeing things? This definitely cannot be the Primarch!"
Azrael's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the figure sealed inside the iron tank, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
A storm surged through his heart, his thoughts tangled into an incomprehensible mess that left him at a loss for a moment.
The person inside the iron tank was tall and imposing, radiating an awe-inspiring presence.
Yet despite the resemblance, Azrael knew there had to be something suspicious about it.
As Chapter Master of the Ultramarines successor Chapter, the Minotaurs, he had admired countless portraits and studied records concerning Roboute Guilliman. He knew the Primarch's appearance inside and out. Yet the person before him now filled him with deep doubt.
Wells noticed Azrael's loss of composure. He smiled faintly and said softly:
"That's right. This is indeed the gene-Primarch Roboute Guilliman whom you revere. But to be clear, this is merely a clone."
Upon hearing this, Azrael abruptly turned to look at Wells, his face still bearing unconcealed shock.
He seemed to be trying to judge the truth of those words from Wells's expression and tone. The news was simply too shocking. If handled improperly, it could cause unrest throughout the Ultramarines.
Though the Ultramarines had, over the passage of time, split into countless successor Chapters, the reverence those Chapters held for Primarch Roboute Guilliman had never diminished in the slightest.
If the many Ultramarines successor Chapters within the Imperium learned that a clone of Guilliman had appeared here, they would undoubtedly abandon everything at hand and surge here like a flood.
No matter the cost, they would destroy Guilliman's clone. As long as a clone