"I don't care whether you're a saint or a Daemon. Leave my laboratory at once! Otherwise, I'll reduce you and your ridiculous superstitions to molecules!"
Saul ignored his threat and walked straight to the enormous nutrient tank, studying the gene sample slowly breaking down inside.
"The Blood of Sanguinius, noble and sorrowful," Saul murmured.
"Let me heal it."
Before he had finished speaking, a pure, warm golden light flowed from his palm.
The golden light passed through the glass and entered the emerald-green nutrient solution. Then, as though alive, it gently enveloped the disintegrating genetic tissue.
Through countless high-precision probes, Cawl witnessed a sight that nearly crashed even his mechanical brain.
Under the golden light, the violent structures within the gene sample actually... calmed down. Like a child crying and thrashing through a nightmare, gently gathered into his mother's arms, it instantly grew still and slipped into sweet dreams.
The twisted, damaged gene strands began to repair, unfurl, and recombine themselves in a way that defied every known law of biology.
The failed specimen, which should have dissolved into a puddle of protein soup within minutes, returned to its most perfect, stable, and vibrant original state in mere tens of seconds!
Stable! More stable than ever before! The purity and stability of its gene sequence surpassed even the most precious original gene-bank samples in Cawl's possession!
"This... this is impossible..." Cawl's electronic eyes flickered wildly beneath the overloaded data stream. For the first time, his prized logic core, whose capacity rivaled the combined computational engines of an entire Forge World, returned an error: "Unable to comprehend."
"This... this is theology! This is sorcery!"
Saul slowly withdrew his hand and smiled at him. "No, Cawl. This isn't sorcery. This is hope."
He turned and looked directly at the scientific madman who