The surging psychic lightning lasted only a few seconds. Vulkan's newly regenerated body fell beside John's, and nothing happened.
"You were wrong, John. Your stupidity did not save Vulkan. It only got you killed."
Damon, his steps unsteady, adjusted to his reborn body. His resurrection was nowhere near as absurd as Vulkan's; he could not simply recover completely after lying dead for a few seconds.
He took several steps forward and cautiously approached Vulkan's body. The primarch's body looked no different from before, except for the precious Fulgurite Spear embedded in his chest.
Damon wanted to take it away. It might prove useful someday. But the moment his palm touched the cold stone spear, he immediately realized that the divine power contained within it had completely vanished.
Now, the stone spear was truly nothing more than a primitive weapon, no different from those wielded by primitive civilizations.
He abandoned the idea. The thing was lodged in Vulkan's chest, piercing through his ribs and reaching his heart. Some powerful force had bound them together, making it impossible to move.
The footsteps of the Ultramarines were rapidly closing in. Guilliman's sons had clearly realized they had fallen into a trap and were now trying to make up for their mistake. They had neglected Vulkan's safety.
Damon picked up his companion's corpse. Though he did not know whether John could still be saved, decades of thousands of years of friendship compelled him to take John with him.
Using a psychic artifact granted by the Cabal, he opened a Warp portal and vanished from the secret chamber with John's body. As for Narek, the nearly paralyzed Word Bearer, that was no longer his concern.
"So what you are telling me is that, under your layers of defenses, my resurrected blood brother was assassinated