Fenris Welcomes You!

"Hmm?"

Wolf Rorschach was briefly stunned when he heard Cypher Rorschach's words.

Then he abruptly drove his battered Power Armor, its Plasteel Casing damaged, up from the snow.

Wolf Rorschach narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over the surroundings, unfamiliar yet strangely familiar. Almost instantly, he broke into a wide grin.

"Hahaha! If I'm not mistaken, this is Fenris, the homeland of us Space Wolves! Brothers, we actually came home!"

At that moment, Primarch Rorschach, his expression equally surprised, also drove his Vibranium Power Armor to his feet.

He narrowed his eyes, flared his nostrils as he sniffed the air, and muttered:

"Well, the wolf cub wasn't talking nonsense this time. The air here really does smell like Fenris. Could it be that Chaos wasn't plotting against us just now? Was this one of The Emperor's little tricks?"

"But that makes no sense. Couldn't he have summoned us at will with a psychic decree?"

"Come on, we're already here. Are we supposed to leave right away? Why worry so much?"

Wolf Rorschach, clearly in far higher spirits, vigorously shook his head, its long gray-white hair matted with dried blood.

Grinning, he turned toward Cypher Rorschach and Primarch Rorschach, who stood before him.

"Brothers, don't you both have your own storage spaces? How about pulling out a Thunderhawk Gunship? It'll save us the trouble of trekking so far. Our first stop should be Fang Castle—we can drink ourselves senseless with those old wolves! And if that isn't enough, I'll take you hunting sea monsters in the Frozen Sea afterward. It'll be thrilling!"

"...Are you here for sightseeing?"

However, faced with Wolf Rorschach's completely off-key words,

Cypher Rorschach coldly mocked him, then turned to glance at the silent Primarch Rorschach before taking a deep breath.

"Forget about a Thunderhawk Gunship. This