202. Rabbit Fights Lion

Konrad stretched out his hand contentedly. He felt the shadows cling to his Lightning Claw, bringing him strength—and darkness.

The cabin was jolting violently as it prepared to land. Amid Mortarion's monotonous, plain, and utterly tedious orders, Konrad tore off the external communications unit. He dangled the tiny component from his fingertip and let the shaking rip it away.

...I suggest you keep it. Otherwise, Mortarion will be troubled.

Corax's voice emerged from the shadows. Perhaps the Emperor had also tacitly approved of letting this brother, somewhat similar to himself, keep an eye on Konrad. Somewhere in the Warp, the domains of the Lord of Shadows and the Night Haunter overlapped—meaning they could both quickly find one another.

No.

Konrad said firmly. He licked his cracked lips. Sevatar had not come; the whelp behind him had been sent by Sevatar to keep watch over him. What surprised Konrad was—

That whelp's face looked so much like the boy he had killed on his homeworld ten thousand years ago.

Forget it. Let those doubts blow away with the wind.

Konrad had not remembered the whelp's name. Other than Sev and Shang, all the younger generation looked about the same to him. A primarch would only stay wherever he wished to stay, watching these whelps diligently offer him wealth, glory, and justice.

But since Sevatar was absent, Konrad needed a codename. He slapped his forehead and decided to call the whelp "Whelp."

Perhaps Konrad's silence had become a little too unusual. On the other end, Corax spoke again, his tone hesitant.

In any case, thank you for persuading him, Konrad.

I don't think I was as long-winded as Angron.

Konrad waved a hand behind him, beckoning the whelp over. Only then did the primarch begin inspecting what equipment the whelp carried, so