A short distance away, the four Primarchs stood in complete silence.
Their expressions were filled with shock that they could not conceal.
They had witnessed something that defied everything they understood.
For beings like them, for chaos level existences, true death did not exist in the conventional sense. Even if their forms were destroyed, they would eventually return, their essence reassembling or merging back with their original selves. That was the fundamental nature of their existence.
Kazreth's clone should have followed the same principle.
Once its purpose was fulfilled, it should have returned to its origin.
Yet what they had just seen was entirely different.
It had not been destroyed.
It had not been dispersed.
It had been erased completely, as though it had never existed at all.
A chill spread through the Primarchs as that realization settled within them.
