Cain's eyes sharpened. There was no time to waste.
With a steady hand, he seized control of one of the golden spheres that contained the twisted, living remnants of Legion. A pulsating amalgamation of flesh, eyes, and psychic residue seethed within it, writhing like a trapped storm of hatred. Without hesitation, he hurled the orb toward the Primarch of Conquest Leviathan.
Of course, Cain would never dare fuse the remnants directly into his Alter-Ego. Even in their fractured, mindless state, the raw power of that psychic abomination would overwhelm Leviathan entirely. Instead, he chose a different destiny for it—a place where even Legion's remains would meet their end.
The mass within the sphere screeched with countless voices, a chorus of hatred and rage. Millions of eyes opened and snapped shut. Maw after maw gnashed in blind fury. Yet when they reached the Primarch's heart, that fury faltered. The chaotic storm of flesh and thought fell silent, terror flooding the hive-mind.
