After seizing the initiative from the Cabal's upper ranks, Omegon showed no sign of treating himself as an outsider. He directly led the Lernaean Terminators on a stroll through the arkship.
Yuhai, Slau Dha, and the others were frantic with anxiety, yet they could only follow the Hydra's lead and wait for him to share more intelligence.
They were no fools. They would not believe whatever Omegon said.
Precisely because they understood the Hydra well enough, they knew never to trust Omegon's nonsense.
But before learning the full truth, they could not turn hostile. That would only let humanity profit.
"I came here only to make things difficult for my brother. A Human Empire that is too powerful, with its internal threats vastly diminished, does not serve my interests."
"I need the Cabal to continue existing. You can divide the Empire's attention and ease the pressure on my side."
"Your strength may be lacking, but you are sufficiently disgusting—like rats crawling through the dark corners of a room. Unless humanity drags you out, it will never let the matter rest."
Omegon's reasoning was exceptionally harsh, yet it was also exceptionally real and logical.
The unease within the Cabal's upper ranks eased slightly.
They kept a close watch on every major power in the galaxy, and the legions that had betrayed the Human Empire for Chaos were especially important subjects of their attention.
Although the Cabal could not fully grasp the movements of the Chaos rebels, they had noticed that figures such as Abaddon, Angron, and Fabius seemed to be plotting some kind of plan.
These human traitors had grown increasingly low-key of late. Even their necessary raiding operations had fallen off a cliff.
One had to understand that in the Eye of Terror, the scarcest things were ordinary supplies that