The Vengeful Spirit was an awe-inspiring presence. Even the largest capital warships were insignificant before it; the colossal accelerator cannons mounted on the vessel alone far exceeded the length of most other warships.
After Nimrod's transport ship docked, he and First Company Captain Saisak walked toward the Luna Wolves who had come to receive them.
He sensed the son behind and to his side, and his body tensed in an instant, as if one hunter had encountered another powerful hunter.
Nimrod looked ahead. The most striking thing about the Luna Wolf with his helm tucked under one arm was the black hair bound in a silver outer sheath, tied into a single upright braid like a sky-piercing palm tree growing from the top of his head.
He also had the wide-set eyes and straight nose that closely resembled Horus, and wore gold-and-white power armor.
The topknotted Astartes stepped forward. He bowed slightly to show his respect to the Primarch.
"My lord, I am Ezekyle Abaddon, First Company Captain of the Luna Wolves. I have been ordered to welcome your arrival."
"Abaddon..." Nimrod said thoughtfully. "You have won many victories."
Abaddon assumed the Reapers had reported to Nimrod, and a smile appeared on his face at having his battle record praised by a Primarch.
"My lord, thank you for your recognition."
Only then did Abaddon turn his gaze to the Astartes behind Nimrod's right side, and he immediately noticed the changes in Saisak.
His armor had gone from bright red to pitch black. Only the fresh red scythe on his right pauldron still revealed their former identity as Reapers.
"What is this, Lord of Reaping? Preparing to collect corpses behind us?"
Faced with Abaddon's mockery, Saisak, who already felt restrained, had scarlet spilling through his eyes.
"Abaddon, want to have a