distant battle-brothers with envious eyes. Behind him, the crash-landed strike cruiser loomed like a canted cityscape, bizarrely off-kilter. Even partially sunk into the ashen ground as it was, the
The tracked war machines, not unlike the mobile weapon platform that the Marines Malevolent had employed on the
Warriors
The Chapter Master does what he must,' Tsu'gan replied, his temper fraying. 'He cannot ignore the possibility of the primarch's return, or even the chance to unearth the facts of his demise. brother, are not so shackled that we must believe what our eyes cannot see. he said, brandishing his bolter, 'and he slapped the pauldron of his armour, 'even Tsu'gan took up a fistful of ash, 'are real.