Different attitudes toward Daven quickly shattered the consensus among the primarchs. Sanguinius chose to lead his forces down to the planet to investigate, while Lion believed it would be better to simply end things with an Exterminatus bombardment.
Guilliman also felt that Lion had become too extreme and arrogant. He was more inclined toward Sanguinius's position.
Lion felt rage surge within his chest, almost tangible in its intensity. Why? Why were they unwilling to listen to him?
Why were they so arrogant? Did Sanguinius truly believe himself invincible?
All they needed to do was destroy Daven, and they could leave this damned Ultima Segmentum and return to Terra.
The Emperor was waiting for him. Countless rebels awaited his slaughter and purging.
Silently, he gripped the handrail beside the table. His terrifying strength nearly pressed his fingers into the metal. Lion took deep breaths to suppress his emotions.
Hoguin and Redloss, standing nearby, saw the fury their gene-father was forcing down. Their blood-link, born of shared genetics, allowed them to sense that Lion was as volatile as a volcano on the verge of eruption.
"The IX Legion is landing on Daven. The XIII Legion is preparing for a large-scale descent, my lord," Hoguin said, glancing at the data displayed on the console.
"What should we do?" Redloss, Grand Master of the Dreadwing, was eager for action. He believed Lion's fury had come at precisely the right moment. "They are stubbornly going their own way, while we are the ones who are right, my lord."
Lion sensed his son's implication. Redloss was subtly urging him to fulfill the mission of the Dark Angels—to save the Imperium.
To save the Imperium, any price could be paid, even raising the butcher's blade against his brothers.
Yes, he was right.
Loyalty. A resolute voice echoed