Raldoron: We Will Become Iron Before the Shadow of Order

Anvil, or perhaps hammer.

First Company Captain Raldoron of the Blood Angels' gaze dimmed slightly.

Ever since his Primarch had attended the War Council, he had been looking forward to fighting alongside the Shadow of Order.

The ones Raldoron most hoped to meet were Howard Fender, the Arbites Lord of the First Chapter, who had claimed the greatest number of conquests, and Bukayo Arshavin, the Dark Lord of the Third Legion.

They were often mentioned in the same breath as him, Ezekyle Abaddon of the Luna Wolves, and Sigismund of the Imperial Fists.

Raldoron was also very curious about that Reaper Lord. He wore Russ's Wolf Helm, draped Morkai's cloak over his shoulders, and carried the Kraken Sword at his waist—a provocation to the raging wolf pack.

[Thierry Vieira, a pure warrior.

He defeated Akurduana.]

Raldoron's eyes suddenly lit up. Even he was not certain he could defeat Fulgrim's champion.

The Second Company Captain of the Emperor's Children had never been praised as a commander, but he was unquestionably an extraordinary swordsman.

As a boy, before he had even undergone transformation, he had defeated again and again the ancient Thunder Warrior who taught him, Tarrell Collins.

Raldoron believed that Abaddon, Sigismund, and Kharn were not certain of victory against Akurduana either.

Yet Vieira had actually defeated Akurduana in a duel.

When Raldoron first heard of it, he could not help suspecting it was merely a rumor, or that Vieira had won by trickery.

Until more than forty years ago, when he fought alongside the Luna Wolves and the Emperor's Children, and confirmed it from Akurduana himself.

"He defeated me cleanly and decisively."

"We agreed to fight again."

"Since then, I have been honing my swordsmanship."

Raldoron had seen not the slightest trace of frustration in Akurduana.

Only the gleaming edge