Lox's heart, which had only just relaxed, tightened again. He had been completely unaware of the intelligence Uslan had inadvertently revealed.
The unknown was what truly inspired fear. Dangerous elements were lurking on Macragge, and Guilliman might not yet be on guard against them.
After all, the entire city had previously been placed under martial law to capture the Night Haunter. Once that tension eased, it would instead be easier for the enemy to exploit an opening.
First, he needed to find out exactly what this Cabal was.
Seeing that Lox was not joking, Uslan lowered his head and explained.
"The Cabal is an organization composed of several ancient xenos races. Its origins are exceptionally complex. Some of its members have histories rivaling even those of the Aeldari. Among those I know of are mechanical lifeforms, energy lifeforms, and, naturally, Aeldari like us."
"Their goal is similar to mine: to fight the forces of Chaos. But their beliefs are the complete opposite of mine—the Cabal believes that if Chaos wins this great rebellion, humanity will perish in the years to come, severely weakening the emotional power the Chaos Gods draw from our world."
"As far as I know, the Cabal appears to have convinced Alpharius, primarch of the Twentieth Legion, to join Horus's rebel forces. At the same time, they are doing everything they can to assassinate the primarchs who remain loyal, all to weaken humanity."
Lox was furious. These damned xenos, who knew where they had crawled out from, actually dared set their sights on humanity. Who did they think they were?
When the Emperor launched the Great Crusade and exterminated xenos races across the galaxy, why had these sewer rats not crawled out then?
Now that humanity was trapped in civil war and unable to look after itself,