When Narek sent the Fire Caste commander's coordinates to Lion El'Jonson, the Lion of Caliban immediately abandoned the lesser foes before him and charged toward the target with an utterly unstoppable fury.
The cloned Lion had to prove that, even if he was not the original, his valor and dominance on the battlefield did not fall short of the original in the slightest.
The Lion moved so quickly that even the T'au drone sensors struggled to track him, let alone the reaction speed of Fire Warriors.
More than a dozen elite Fire Caste warriors protecting Shovah did not even have time to react before their sturdy battlesuits were torn apart by Lion El'Jonson like rags, spraying flesh and organs across the ground.
The Lion's power armor was stained with T'au blood, and the savage aura pouring from him made every xenos nearby feel a bone-deep chill.
Even Korun Shovah, who had followed Aun'Va and dealt with all manner of enemies, felt like a blade of grass adrift in a storm, liable to be torn apart at any moment.
He had thought that the Astartes who had just tried to snipe him was already terrifyingly powerful. He had never expected that, before this true giant, that warrior amounted to nothing at all.
The bodyguards around him were falling at an unbelievable rate. Their deaths were so grisly that their remains were unrecognizable, like shredded meat mauled and trampled beneath the feet of some indescribable beast.
Shovah had just tried to raise his pulse blaster when his weapon was chopped into pieces the next instant.
Lion El'Jonson held his sword in his right hand. His towering figure swayed beneath the flickering lights of the ship's interior, then appeared before him as if he had teleported.
"You are... a primarch?"
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