As the summoning ritual progressed, Lion El'Jonson appeared within the Blackstone Fortress at some point, accompanied by his sons as guards.
He seemed to emerge from the darkness without warning at Lox's side, startling him.
"Why do you walk without making a sound?" Lox complained.
"In the jungles of Caliban, revealing your position meant death. They were merely simple techniques," the Lion said leisurely.
He looked at the Blackstone altar emitting beams of Warp filth. It connected to a rift in the Warp, but with the Lion King's strength of will, he could easily ignore those Warp murmurs and whispers.
"What, you don't trust us?" Lox asked in return. He suspected the Lion had arrived long ago; they simply had not noticed him.
Even Barabas Dantioch, who had remained by his side as a guard and bodyguard, had failed to detect the Lion's methods of concealment.
"Merely necessary safeguards, in case you ruin everything. You have taken precautions and placed this dangerous facility on a moon, but that is still not enough."
Lox rolled his eyes. Lion himself probably had not realized that he possessed abysmally low emotional intelligence. He never considered other people's feelings when he spoke. Like this time, he had immediately begun criticizing the plan proposed by Lox and Guilliman.
So he simply could not be bothered to deal with that temperamental Calibanite big cat and turned back to continue speaking with the hermit.
The hermit treated Lion with great respect, much like the respect he showed Guilliman, all stemming from the fact that they were sons of the Emperor.
In his eyes, Lion was also a son of God, a being of incomparable status.
"Enough. Stop trying to flatter this cold-hearted fellow. I'm curious—which Warp daemon did you summon? Tell me."
The hermit had been reluctant